My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn't realize I was going to get educated.

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.

How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.

I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.

I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.

Everyone has flaws. It's a matter of finding the ones you can live with.

The idea of licking stamps seemed great fun for me.

I didn't have any concept of age or authority. I remember realising, Oh, the world has rules and we don't.

I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.

A positive anything however small is something towards your goal. It's better than nothing.

Leadership is the ability to help people and organizations surpass themselves.

I think audiences are quite comfortable watching something coming into being.

I've found it's better to talk to the machine and hang up if I get the person.

Your life can be what you want it to be... You'll make it through whatever comes along. Within you are so many answers. Understand, have courage, be strong.

That is the great mystery of human evolution: how to account for calculus and Mozart.

My parents are hippies, so I must have a bit of hippie in me.

I remember in the old days, when we were promoting a show, we'd be out taping flyers to high-school lockers. Now you just announce the show online, and it's a full house.

Hannah was about to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts and glitter in every direction.

Though true repentance is never too late, yet late repentance is seldom true.