There is travel and there are babies; everything else is drudgery and death.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

When anybody starts out with a memoir, you get the impulse to tell your own story with your own voice, and you get all that out in one fell swoop sometimes.

Better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than in the middle of some ladder you don’t, right?

My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.

Here I am Rock You Like a Hurricane.

Also, I need deadlines, just like everybody else, especially coming from magazines, newspapers, and stuff like that. I need daily or weekly deadlines to get stuff done, or I continue to do things and not go off on a year of unproductivity.