My dad is a very snappy dresser; he gets all his stuff tailored. He's an architect, so he's a little more artistically minded.

If I could make a device where people could just intuit everything you are thinking - a little cable you plug into, like, a USB port, I would make a billion dollars.

If I gave my mother a knitted scarf she'd be worried I was wasting my time doing stupid stuff like knitting instead of school work. Presenting a homemade knitted object to my parents was actually like handing them a detailed backlog of my idleness.

I'm not into red carpet looks where it's clear the woman wanted to look like a pretty, pretty princess.

In my writers' room, which is mostly men, I get a lot of questions like "What would be the quickest way to pass as a seemingly normal guy between the ages of twenty-five and forty years old?"

Bribes and boy bands. That’s all you need to be a babysitter.

People talk about mumblecore but I prefer bumblecore, hyper-realistic bee movies about how bees really are.