I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good