The work changes the way your face changes and ages - it just does. Also, I have very little connection to anything I've written. I move on. We all move on

Even when I was living below the poverty line as a novelist, I was still living better than 99.5% of the human population of the world. But in my little, soft realm of trying to amuse a few dozen middle-class people with my books and articles, I did struggle to survive in my own way.

Whether I'm writing scripts or prose, the goal is identical. To give pleasure. Now whether I succeed or not is up for debate, and, mostly, I fail. But I try. I like to make things. It's a way to stay busy during one's ephemeral and confusing life.

It's hard for me to think of writing a novel, because it takes so long.

Personally, I've never had it as a goal in life to be happy. Seems impossible to achieve. Even the Declaration of Independence seems to acknowledge this. They talk about the pursuit of happiness, not happiness itself.

I drink coffee. Without coffee, I probably couldnt write.

I'm actually much more shy and self-conscious than people's perception of me.