A lot of my time is spent reading antique or out-of-print books of reference.

My fame is due to broadcast television.

I realized that even in a world of proliferating media venues, online and in print, and on TV and on countless cable channels, the idea that I could be considered an expert on chronic knee pain was I think troubling for society, but very exciting for me.

I really wouldn't censor myself. But because it was on such a slower scale, I would throw things out, and I indulged the personal stuff as little flashes of truth. Little in-jokes for anyone who was paying particular attention.

Life may be miraculous in its unlikelihood in the universe, but it would be a fallacy to suggest that its rareness makes it inextinguishable.

There's a tradition in American fiction that is deadly serious and earnest - like the Steinbeckian social novel.

Everyone wants to write a book. Very few people are able to do it.