I don't think I was awake for much of my childhood. I did a lot of napping. This might have been a defensive measure against encroaching depression. Until about the age of eleven or twelve, I had zero interests other than trying to steal gumballs from supermarket gumball machines.

If you get an idea, you might as well stick with it until somebody calls you on it.

I don't watch that much comedy. I think it's professional jealousy. That and a lack of support for my community.

Until you've had depression I don't think you're qualified to talk about it.

Separation is the worst. There's no good way to deal with it, other than to get on the phone and do Skype and try to visit.

I think people hate me pretty much across the board, which is nice. I mean, it's a pretty evenhanded loathing among a certain amount of the critical population, which used to be about 80 percent. So now I've gotten to the point where I just don't worry about it that much. It used to be very upsetting, now it's only mildly upsetting.