All I do is lie, and that has made me immune to compliments.

I think it just has to do with getting older and getting better at what it was I was doing, and that I could take something small and kind of take my time with it. I think actually what that has to do with is I quit drinking. Before that I told myself I could only drink if I was - if I was writing, I had to be drinking. So I was on a timer, because eventually you get too drunk to write.

I felt uncomfortable calling myself a writer until I started with 'The New Yorker,' and then I was like, 'Okay, now you can call yourself that.

Jeremy, Good luck on your first marriage.

Their house had real hardcover books in it, and you often saw them lying open on the sofa, the words still warm from being read.

It is funny the things that run through your mind when you're sitting in your underpants in front of a pair of strangers.

Oh, for Christ's sake,' I hear. 'Can we please just try to have a good time?' This is like ordering someone to find you attractive, and it doesn't work. I've tried it.