I love to write and I assure you I write regularly... But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it.

I know. I'm very hard to talk to. I realize that.

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

This is a people shooting hat," I said. "I shoot people in this hat.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.

My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. he was left handed. The thing that was descriptive about it though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up to bat