There's something great about all your worst fears coming true and being said about you. There's a tremendous liberation on some level.

There are epic downsides to living a somewhat public life. The upshot of that is there's nothing to hide. It's a relief in a way. There's nothing about me that can't be said.

You've got to do something with all the books you've read, so you might as well imagine you've optioned them.

Life is a wildly transient thing with people coming into your life and dropping away. It definitely takes work to maintain relationships.

As wild as I was, when the cops show up, and suddenly you're being handcuffed, it's so deeply shocking and terrifying, the loss of freedom.

The thing about curly hair is that it's a toss-up. Some days you can let it air dry and it's better than a hair-do, but some days you just look like a sloppy person. I'm really resistant to a trim. I only do it when it gets hard to brush out in the shower, then I'll submit, begrudgingly.