I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.

If there's anything more mortifying than being famous at 14, it's being washed up right after.

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.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

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 like to think of myself as a New Yorker, which is pathetic.

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