My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.

I have a mess in my head sometimes, and there's something very satisfying about putting it into words. Certainly it's not something that you're in charge of, necessarily, but writing about it, putting it into your words, can be a very powerful experience.

Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.

The parrots are great. They do something I refer to as "the Phone Call from Venus." They repeat all my phone conversations. It can very annoying - like having a lot of children in the house screaming.

Leia follows me like a vague smell.

Saying you're an alcoholic and an addict is like saying you're from Los Angeles and from California.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.