I Sometimes Don't Know What

It's Really Hard To Be Poor In New York - I Was Really Poor When I Lived In New York.

I Haven't Left The House Without A Packet Of Kleenex In My Back Pocket For As Long As I Can Remember. Whenever I Start Thinking I'm Incredibly Cool, The Packet Of Kleenex In My Back Pocket Brings Me Right Back Down To Earth.

If I’m Feeling Something, I Have A Lot Of Different Ways To Express It, You Know? I Can Write An Article About It. I Can Write A Screenplay About It. I Can Act In Someone’s Thing.

I Don't Love Large Groups Of Men. I've Always Felt Like Something Terrible Could Happen When There Were No Women. If There Are Women Around, It Feels Like There's Less Of A Chance That Anyone Will Get Stabbed.

It's Not Our Job To Play Judge And Jury, To Determine Who Is Worthy Of Our Kindness And Who Is Not. We Just Need To Be Kind, Unconditionally And Without Ulterior Motive, Even - Or Rather, Especially - When We'd Prefer Not To Be.