It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.

I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.

My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn't realize I was going to get educated.

I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.

How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.

I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.

I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.