There's a part of me that wishes I had gone to school and gotten a business degree, because I almost wonder if that wouldn't be more helpful than my theater degree, in some ways.

I'm not prepared for a zombie apocalypse. I need more bottled water, a shotgun, and stronger abs. I have plenty of canner food.

I'm a lover of lists and five-year plans and Excel spreadsheets. Any way that I can have any control over the direction my life is going, I gravitate towards that.

I still get nervous when I have a lot of makeup on, a big hairdo, and a dress.

Be willing to work for nothing in things you think are stupid. Make work for yourself. Make your own luck. Don't complain. Hopefully, the work will find you if you are ready.

Growing up, I was a very shy, wallflower type. I was not a nerd, but not popular. I was just invisible, like that person you probably didn't know you were in school with.

Even in college I tended to get cast in the comedies more. It was what I liked doing.

When I'm writing my blog, I think of myself at 13 years old, back in St. Louis, daydreaming about Hollywood.

I'm a very thoughtful, forward-thinking, planner kind of person. I love Excel spreadsheets and five-year-plans, and I love to review every year how my New Year's resolutions went.

I had this crazy job, though, when I first got to Los Angeles... I answered this ad in the back of the newspaper to be a telephone psychic, and I did that for two days.

I'd been out in Los Angeles for about eight years, knocking around. I actually, instead of waiting tables, worked in offices as a temporary assistant.

There was something scary about watching adults sleep. It was as if no one at all were in charge of the world.

summer is in me—clouds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the trees

I'm never less at leisure than when at leisure, or less alone than when alone.

I am completely a loner. In my head I want to feel I can be anywhere. There is a sort of recklessness that being a loner allows me.

I've had a lot of experience building things, organizing things, a national scholarship program.

Habits, scientists say, emerge because the brain is constantly looking for ways to save effort.

With my hours, I don't hang out with anybody. I work and come home to my Upper West Side apartment.

I seat myself at the typewriter and hope, and lurk.

An old man is twice a child, and so is a drunken man.

I really like my life. I've arranged my life so that I can do what I want.