When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.

I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

The way this whole novel thing came together was, I sold them one bill of goods and then didn't communicate very well. I am like Captain Run-on Sentence.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

I collect things that just look retarded.