Me And God We Don't Get Along.

In New York I Pretty Much Live In Diners - I Order French Fries, Diet Coke Floats And Lots Of Coffee.

A Lot Of The Time When I Write About The Person That I Love, I Feel Like I'm Writing About New York.

I Once Had A Dreams Of Becoming A Beautiful Poet, But Upon An Unfortunate Series Of Events Some Of Those Dreams Dashed And Divided Like A Million Stars In The Night Sky That I Wished On Over And Over Again, Sparkling And Broken. But I Didn't Really Mind, Because I Knew That It Takes Getting Everything You Ever Wanted, And Then Losing It To Know What True Freedom Is.

When You Have Absolutely No Idea What's Going To Happen To You Or What Your Career's Going To End Up Like And You're Just Really Open To Anything, Then You Don't Really Have Anything To Loose.

A Lot Of What's Been Written About Me Is Not True: Of My Family History Or My Choices Or My Interests. Actually, I've Never Read Anything Written About Me That Was True. It's Been Completely Crazy.