I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful.

The moment the world declares a person to be immortal, at that moment the person will strive to prove the world wrong. In the face of glowing press releases and reviews the most heralded women starve themselves or cut themselves or poison themselves. Or they find a man who's happy to do that for him.

You realize you have no control over how you're perceived.

Anytime my work can coax bodily fluids out of someone, I'm happy.

I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flippin check clears.

I realized that my book readings were boring me. I was going to go up there and read a passage and sleepwalk through the whole event and I needed to make it more interesting. I wanted to be running and jumping and do something so that the event would be so exciting. I had to trick myself into having fun every time.

I'm never going to have to work. None of my descendants are ever going to have to work; this is going to make me so much money. It was such a letdown when I realized that wasn't my invention.