The things that I have loved have always been those extremes where there has been some kind of apocalypse in the person's life, and they come out unscathed or scathed.

The whole exploitation thing is funny, too. Exploitation is the nature of the world, isn't it?

I'm shocked and surprised by people that are shocked and surprised that certain things in life are made up or not as true as you might believe them to be.

I have no interest in being a trained ballerina. People should dance how they want to dance. I want to be the funky chicken.

I don't think anybody does anything anymore without commenting on why they're doing it or making fun of it as they're doing it.

In memoir, can you really tell the truth about yourself? You're not going to write about your little peccadilloes, like, "I like a finger in my ass during sex." Or whatever it is. You're not going to come out in typical everyday conversation and say that. That's something that's going to be only for a select few.

With my stuff, I think I've tried. I've been courted. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I've been courted to be someone who could sell a lot of books.