I have these big piano-playing hands. I feel like I should be picking potatoes.

My mother always told me, 'Don't get married. Make your own life. You don't need a man.'

My head is filled with so much crap, or facts that I find important, but that some others don't.

She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most.

I don't need any more stories. I have enough stories. I need a life.

I love humor. I always will fall back on humor. That's something that I think you can't ever get enough of and, if it's done well, it's great. When it's bad, it's horrible.

I consider myself sort of like a pseudo lawyer. Like, I'm convinced I can solve every case and argue my way.