I love New York. I can walk half a block and I'm at the grocery store. I don't have to drive anywhere.

I don't live in New York or California. I'm in the grocery store, at the park with my kids, and I'm a normal person. I'm feeding my chickens and agonizing about my next book!

Our hunting areas are the grocery store.

I was a mechanic at a go-cart place, a deejay at a roller rink, a telemarketer in New York, a grocery bagger.

When I go to the grocery store or when I walk into a convenience (store), when I go get gas, I have to think about it now wherever I go.

One day I was in the grocery store, and I saw raspberries, and I was like, 'Oh, I can make a lip stain out of that.'