What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it—no.

I choose you, Max. -Fang

Fang: When do I get out of here? Max: They say a week. Fang: So, like, tomorrow? Max: That's what I'm thinking.

I didn't care for most of the books I was being asked to read in school. I started reading like crazy right after high school when I got a job in a mental hospital. I was working my way through college, and I did a lot of night shifts, and there was nothing to do. So I read like crazy, serious stuff, all the classics.

Part 3 BACK TO SCHOOL (THE NORMAL KIND)

I guess I write four or five hours a day, but I do it seven days a week. It's very disciplined, yes, but it's joy for me.