It's not as though a 17-year-old is going to know about Campbell's soup cans and Marilyn Monroe.

I'm kind of fixated with old Hollywood, like Marilyn Monroe.

To write a book about Mickey Mantle and not to show people who he really was doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. So I decided the only way to do this is call it a novel and plow full-speed ahead as to what my interpretation and my estimation of who he was and what was troubling him. This is a very complicated book. It’s hardly just about sex.

Hollywood didn't kill Marilyn Monroe, it's the Marilyn Monroes who are killing Hollywood.

By the way, Marilyn Monroe was a size 14.

I want to be the new Marilyn Monroe.