My Mother Is Very, Very Smart And

On The One Hand, How Many People Do You Need To Love You Before You Feel Ok About Yourself?

You Know You’re Really Famous When There’s Rumors About You Being Gay.

I Fail Enough And I Beat Myself Up Enough. I Don't Need Anybody Else To Do It For Me.

High School Is A Dark Place; I Hung Out With ‘freaks.’

I Don’t Like Doing Interviews. I’m Not Pretending To Be Some Super Neurotic, Hiding In My Closet. I Could Care Less About Anybody Knowing Who I Am, But I Realize This Is Part Of The Game. Maybe If I Really Hated This Whole Public Thing, I Would Go Do Plays In Hoboken.