Life is a wildly transient thing with people coming into your life and dropping away. It definitely takes work to maintain relationships.

In my experience of living, for a time, in the underbelly of society, I spent a lot of time in various holding cells.

I would have done well as a gypsy child, I think. A circus baby. I coulda played a great street urchin or ragamuffin. Or just been one. I certainly liked entertaining people and making jokes, but I don't know necessarily if that's what your child is prone to that you should necessarily put them in a real working industry at six years old.

As a New Yorker, or wherever I am, I just want to know I can get our of the house in five minutes if I have to and not have to spend a bunch of time obsessing in the mirror, trying on a million different options. Now, I just know what works.

It's such a weird thing: to sit and look at yourself is so distracting to the psyche. It would be like me standing in front of a mirror and looking at myself all day, trying to find a flaw.

I don't really feel like I need to be a teenager ever again.

Sometimes the things that come out of my mouth are mortifying.