The first book I fell in love with was 'Little Toot,' the story of an adorable tugboat operating out of New York Harbor.

Looking after children can be a subtle way of giving up... They become the whole ones, the well ones, the postponement of happiness, the ones who won't drink too much, give up, get divorced, become mentally ill. The part of oneself that's fighting against decay and depression is transferred to guarding them from decay and depression. In the meantime one decays and gets depressed.

People never remeber happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.

Detachment is what interests me, seeing how people couldn't have been any other way, how they were the product of forces that they had no control over.

I think that some laughter comes from escaped horror, doesn't it?

The first book I fell in love with was 'Little Toot,' the story of an adorable tugboat operating out of New York Harbor.

Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.