“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.
"I try not to read too much online because I always get my feelings hurt, even if someone’s flattering you. Like somebody tweeting, ‘Call me crazy, but I think Amy Poehler’s attractive.’ And you’re like, ‘OK? Thank you?’ Or like someone writing, ‘I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that I’d have sex with Amy Poehler.’"
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
"Such a part of me is just being myself, and even if it’s goofy and stupid and weird and people disagree with it or think it’s ridiculous at times, I know that people that are close to me care about me and love me.”