I think a hero is someone who, if abroad or traveling, they go to the GOOP website to see what shops to go to, what restaurants to eat at, what clothes to buy, and they do that not fearlessly but in spite of their fear.

I make faces for cash and chicken.

The lesson is that you can still make mistakes and be forgiven.

A lot of my peer group think I'm an eccentric bisexual, like I may even have an ammonia-filled tentacle somewhere on my body. That's okay.

There's somewhere you're supposed to go, and if you get quiet enough, you'll make it.

I didn't have an identity. It was manufactured. My identity now? It was written on the wall by ancient forces.

Listen, smile, agree, then do whatever you were going to do anyway.