I like being able to go grocery shopping and not feel that Im fighting a thousand people.

Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.

I cannot stand superheroes. I do not understand any of its appeal. It has just bored me to death since I was a little kid.

You would open a drawer, which my father had jammed full of newspapers, and the bottom would drop out. There were buttons and screws and nails and bottle caps and jar lids – the drawer of jar lids! Why? Because they're made of metal and maybe there'll be another war and we'll need the metal. A friend of mine – I quote him in the book – says, 'You have found the source of the river eBay.'

It's almost selfishness, taking care of your mental health. You can't just not do it.

My parents were extremely reluctant. When my father was clearly dying, my mother refused to acknowledge it.

I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.