My parents got divorced when I was really young.

Everything established should go out the window. But I don't know how to do it. If someone knew how, it would have happened by now.

If the world's gonna end, Trump's gonna have something to do with it.

I'm too young to be a king and too committed to be a queen.

To get me in to the Army underage, my mother signed me in saying that my birth certificate was lost in a fire in Nashville, so I got in underage. I was 16. She did because I begged her to do it.

When I got out of the Army, I started writing the usual 'Catcher in the Rye' imitations, and then I wrote something that was done Off-Off Broadway in a theater. It was called 'What Else Is There?' and it was four or five people playing missiles in a silo waiting to take off.