Oh, save me God, but not quite yet.

We write out of revenge against reality, to dream and enter the lives of others.

Oh, save me God, but not quite yet.

I think it's one of the reasons I wrote my book later in life. My parents didn't have these extreme alternations of conduct. They were very sweet to me.

All our parents have levels of deviousness. We're driven to write about this discrepancy between the bright shining selves they invented and the monsters lurking underneath.

Americans and their desire to be novelists, the American novel should be listed in medical dictionaries alongside Megalomania and Obsessional Neuroses.

The choice between starving and being eaten is an exotic one.