Jenny Slate

I was born as a breakfast pastry in the fancy part of France and hours after I was born I was still warm from the heat of the oven. I knew that my warmth and lovely shape were the result of thoughtful and gentle work.

I am the croissant that felt its own heat and curves and wished to become a woman, and I am that woman from the wish.

Treasure me for my layers and layers of fragility and richness.

I made peace with wanting to be looked at.

I am a performer by nature and trade.

This book is the act of pressing onward through an inner world that was dark and dismantled.

so that I can experience the pleasure and honor of hosting you in my private space.

I was born as sweet as that and if I am too sweet for your tastes then just clamp your mouth shut and spin on your heels. I can’t add sourness to my sap anymore just to fit onto a menu in a restaurant for wimps.

Information about art and nature feels like the best stuff to have, and if you have it, it is powerful and excellent to pass it on.

She loves the flower and she wants me to know this flower, but she will only smell it once, and then give it to me for unlimited sniffing pleasure and she will be happy about it all.