All children should be loved, protected, nurtured --emotionally and intellectually-- respected, and never, under any circumstances, underestimated.

I saw a monkey walking on a leash and thought it was an ugly foreign child.

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.

Once I decided to write, to be published, I knew it would happen.

Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.

The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person would have to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall.

Reading takes solitude and it takes focus.