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

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.

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.

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

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

I have a tree man coming to trim the jacaranda in my front garden.