I had a mixture, my father was a career army man and my mother was a writer.

Unfortunately what came out of it was also kind of an imitation community with a lot of mindless conformity.

Frivolity is a stern taskmaster.

Yes, but personally I was never a big acid head.

Their scrambled attention spans struck me as a metaphor for the way we get our doses of reality these days.

Going too far is half the pleasure of not getting anywhere.

I had a very diametrically opposite set of parents.