Besides, who wants to read about success, anyway? Successful serial murderers, maybe.

I have a goofy side that impacts my clothing a lot. To that end, I love witty, colorful, prints.

Everyone has a moment when they discover they love Amy Poehler.

Not to be weird, but I still have an ongoing relationship with my mom, even though she passed away, and I've been surprised at how much I've been able to convey to her. Now I sound like a total weirdo, but that's true.

A remarkable thing about me is that the time that elapses between a sad thought and a flood of tears is three or four seconds.

Writing, at its heart, is a solitary pursuit, designed to make people depressoids, drug addicts, misanthropes, and antisocial weirdos.

I feel lucky because I was a nerd, which I talk about in the book, but I had academic success, so through that, because that's what my parents put a great deal of value on, I had a great childhood because I sort of fulfilled the expectations of being good at school.