There's just no concept of layering a thick-sleeved sweater under a coat in L.A. A coat is more of a gesture than a necessity. You know, in case the temperature goes down to 55 degrees.

I would gladly have accepted a heaping spoonful of nepotism when I got out of college and was looking for a job.

I have a disproportionate amount of faith in the goodness of the world and that everything will actually work out okay.

I think the rule of thumb should be this: if you preface a sentence about a friend with the phrase, 'I love X, but... ' more than once in any conversation, you should stop hanging out with them.

You know what they say: 'Why sit at a table that doesn't have key lime pie on it if you don't have to?'

I'm a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.

Sometimes in New York, you're walking down the street and you realize there's a girl walking in front of you whose thighs you could hit a golf ball through, and maybe that makes you depressed.