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

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

We had two rules growing up in my house: If you're going to take a shower, do it with whomever you're dating so you don't waste water; and if you buy one for yourself, buy six, because everybody's going to want one.

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

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

Every job I've ever gotten has been an accident. All the jobs I actually go after, I don't get.

Your own experience keeps taking you towards something. My book adds the hope that it's a better something.