I have a lot of responsibilities outside myself. I have a large family. I want to know I can always be helpful.

If two people have only one thought between them, something is very wrong.

I cringe inside when anybody gives me something. I don't know why. I just get embarrassed.

People are getting attention for doing nothing, for behaving poorly, for abusing themselves in public and being abused, exploiting themselves. I find it vulgar and I find it awful.

I love the smell of diapers; I even like when they're wet and you smell them all warm like a baked good. I love the smell of Balmex. Love it.

You can't live in New York City and be the most important person in town; you just can't. There are too many other important people here.

Friends are readily disappointed by the size of my closet. And I thought it was big!