I haven't found one place in the world yet where I could disappear.

As soon as you have someone who's providing stuff to react to, especially working with a baby, it's great.

I have a natural propensity to work on big piles of poop.

Sometimes I think I look like I've had facial reconstructive surgery. Like after burns.

If I could get any semblance of - it's not really anonymity, but a little bit more - control over my public image, I guess that would be nice.

I've never met anyone who's left a comment on anything. It's just demons who live in basements.

I was just taking out my trash and I had, like, 300 cans of Diet Coke. It was just like, 'How did that happen?' I don't even remember buying them. I also like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My addictions are pretty much the only things I consume.