I had a really happy childhood - my siblings were great, my mother was very fanciful, and I loved to read. But there was always financial strife.

My father came a couple of times, but he always blamed his hearing loss on my loud amplifiers. So he didn't come anymore, but I had his support.

If I'm really working on something, writing or painting or really concentrating, I don't even think about brushing my hair.

Social media could be very strong in terms of bringing people together but it also takes up so much of people's time that I wonder if we've lost the ability to daydream.

There's nothing cool about being self-destructive.

What helps me is watching other people negotiate loss. I think about how we dropped a bomb on people in Hiroshima and 150,000 people were killed in one night. Those people had to mourn and they had to rebuild their city right away.

I was real religious when I was young. I wanted to be a missionary.