It's tough for me to get rid of clothes. I grew up in a household with a limited budget and we really had to make our nice clothes last, and so now I'll get free pairs of shoes and this, that and the other and I'll be like, 'Oh great!'; even though it stresses me out that I don't have enough room to put them, I can't throw them away.

I Was so Drunk, I Thought a Tube of Toothpaste Was Astronaut Food.

Whenever someone calls me ugly I get super sad and hug them, because I know how tough life is for the visually impaired.

I built a jail in my closet and I would incarcerate my family from time to time.

It's very easy for me to play silly, but to reveal something closer to you, that's so much harder.

I don't really have aspirations to be Tom Hanks.

What’s the point of being bad when there’s nothing good to stop you?