Use your powers for good, I say, especially the power of humor. But in 2005 in the privacy of these pages, I didn't care so much about that.

Here’s a thing: when you write and perform your own play there is nowhere to hide. When the criticism comes, you are for whom it's meant.

After graduating from grad school in May 2003, I got to New York that August, and over the course of my first year, I lived in four...

I just have words that I put to my feelings. I have feelings all the time. I am never not feeling. And that adds up to a lot of words.

I hope the effort has not been too obvious. I've been trying to find a point to it all. Effort slathered on writing is never pretty. Sorry.

If you had 78 notebooks detailing twenty years of your life, would you preserve them or destroy them?