I'd just rather have a really sharp, interesting, smart gay son than some big dumb hetero meathead.

I'm just fascinated with the world that I can see, but I'm even more fascinated with the world that I can't see.

I think the word 'blog' is an ugly word. I just don't know why people can't use the word 'journal.'

A part of me wants to sort of try and sound cool and feed this myth that I'm some sort of glamorous lothario, but I was raised by women - my mother and her mother and my aunts - and as a result, most of my friends have always been women.

When I was growing up, all I wanted to do was fit in, but if you're perpetually an outsider, it gives you a perspective that might have a little more objectivity than people who really feel connected to their social environment in which they grow up.

For some reason New York is the epicentre for people who hate me. Maybe this is another reason why I left New York but I get more hatred directed towards me there than any other place.

I'm not sure how healthy it is to shoot police helicopters with bazookas.