I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

Anyone who's ever had the misfortune of seeing me interact with house pets knows I have a wickedly strong paternal instinct bordering on the maternal.

In contrast to how my father treated me, I won't hit him, I won't call him evil, I'll give him affection, and I'll pay attention to him.

The criticism that has most consistently bothered me is the allegation that I'm a schlockmeister whose only objective is to shock people.

San Francisco, America's B-movie imitation of Paris. San Francisco, the city that ruined punk rock. San Francisco, the most intolerant place in the country.

If anything, I've probably tended more toward humor in my writing and veered more toward pleasure in my personal life.

The idea that the reader is important enough to me that I'd tailor my words to either please or offend them always seems amusingly alien to me.