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

For a long time I wanted to draw, but I could never get the proportions right. My still life sketches were the artistic equivalent of someone who has misjudged the space constraints of a postcard, the handwriting shrinking uncomfortably at the bottom.

For me, nothing brings out my 'born yesterday' idiotic qualities quite like having my photograph taken.

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

Our brains are like bonsai trees, growing around our private versions of reality.

We all deserve to be congratulated, but sadly that would mean there's no one left to do the congratulating.

I have definitely had experiences where I can feel the shift from simply living my life to being slightly outside of my life and taking notes.