I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.
It is a dark, dark world. If you're going to be in a dark world, I can't think of any better one to be in. I still think I'm very lucky to be in it.
Putting somebody else's pants on and pretending to be somebody else is occasionally, as you grow older, horrifying.
I'd love to live in New Orleans. I love the freedom of it - for good and for bad.
All writers are vampires.
You know my feelings: every day is a gift. It's just, does it have to be socks?