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.

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

Everyone has flaws. It's a matter of finding the ones you can live with.

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

I grew up with too much freedom. You can't define yourself.

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.