There's not enough of me left over.

I love to both give and receive very old books.

Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.

I read a lot of science books - I love cosmology, quantum theory, particle physics. So my idea of a great read would probably put you directly into a coma.

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

but I am not here ironically; I am here sincerely.