I always knew I could hold people's attention and make them laugh every 30 or 40 seconds, and I got approval and attention for that, so the behavior was reinforced. Later, that became an important skill on the street corner.

I loved the angiogram. They stick a thing in your thigh and it goes all the way up to your heart. Isn't that a thrill? Well, at least the nurse scored thigh.

We think in language. We think in words. Language is the landscape of thought.

Life is not that complicated.

When I'm not actually doing my work, I'm planning it or thinking about it or reading things that on some level are transformed into performance fantasies. I have no active interests. I never go anywhere or do anything that transports me outside the boundaries of my mind.

I never worry that all hell will break loose. My concern is that only part of hell will break loose and be much harder to detect.

If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea…does that mean that 1 enjoys it?