I've always had that chip on my shoulder. I've just always been super hard on myself.

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.

In psychology (okay, Twilight) they teach you about the notion of imprinting, and I think it applies here. I reverse-imprinted with athleticism. Ours is the great non-love story of my life.

It doesn't help for you to name a character's first name be Mindy and then be like, "I'm nothing like the character."

Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now.

So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, non-Velcro-shoe-wearing man.

Is this a generation of orphans who are going to the improv to do stand-up?