He knew who I was, at that time, because I had a reputation as a writer. I knew he was part of the Bush dynasty. But he was nothing, he offered nothing, and he promised nothing. He had no humor. He was insignificant in every way and consequently I didn't pay much attention to him. But when he passed out in my bathtub, then I noticed him. I'd been in another room, talking to the bright people. I had to have him taken away.

I have always loved blizzards, if only because of the driving experience - which is definitely an acquired taste.

For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.

I am not a yachting person, by nature, but I have just enough experience on the sea under sail to feel a certain nostalgia for it when I see a big white racing yacht heeled over at cruising speed on the ocean, and I can still tie a mean bowline knot on just about anything in less than 10 seconds.