I would say aside from Moxie soda bottles and Masonic artifacts, there's nothing I really collect.

First of all, I wish I could grow a beard.

I have an unfortunate compulsion. I really would rather not do it, as it is very nerve-wracking and un-fun. But when it works, there is nothing like it.

I don't wish to brag, but I'm very intelligent.

I would definitely make eggs for the rest of my life if I could.

The villain of any story is often the most compelling character.

My favorite season is autumn, and Maine is lovely for that reason. In Maine, autumn begins on July 29. That's when you start building a fire in the fireplace and the leaves literally start falling from the trees. It is a cold and rugged and a beautiful place that reminds you with its many death traps - its painfully cold oceans, its sharp, jagged beaches, and perilous cliffsides - that nature doesn't care whether you live or die.