Real writers write because they love to write. They don't write for public acclaim.

I try to tell a story the way someone would tell you a story in a bar, with the same kind of timing and pacing.

Where I'm is one of those stair climbing machines the agent has installed. You climb and climb forever and never get off the ground. You're trapped in your hotel room. It's the mystical sweat love lodge experience of our time, the only sort of Indian vision quest we can schedule into our daily planner.Our Stair Master to Heaven.

I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

Your folks are god, you love them and you want to make them happy but you still want to make up your own rules.

We thought all this teaching was to make us smart. What it did was make us stupid. With all the little facts we learned, we never had the time to think.

Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.