[rewriting Is] A Whole Other Art Form;

I Got To New York When I Was Eighteen. I Was Knocking Around, Trying To Be An Actor, Writer, Musician, Whatever Happened.

There's Gonna Be A General Lack Of Toast In The Neighborhood This Morning.

My Dad's Side Of The Family ... They're A Real Bizarre Bunch, Going Back To The Original Colonies. That Side's Got A Real Tough Strain Of Alcoholism. It Goes Back Generations And Generations, So That You Can't Remember When There Was A Sober Grandfather.

I Like Cars. I Like Travel. I Like The Idea Of People Breaking Down And I'm The Only One Who Can Help Them Get On The Road Again. It Would Be Like Being A Magician. Just Open Up The Hood And Cast Your Magic Spell.

She Refers To Her Past As The Time Before She Was "blown Away.