Then again, the name, the associations with a writer's name, can add to the reader's entertainment and pleasure.

Maybe my work isn't a cry for help. It may just be a baby's need to cry or a dog's need to bark. You know, barks that seem connected to phantom noises and cries that just come; though a baby's cries are usually efficient - something is bothering them. Anyway, I think giving money is a sign of love. If you truly want to help someone, a lot of times giving them money is the best thing you can do.

It was one of those days when every time I went to go out the door, something grabbed me in the back of the brain and said, lie down and masturbate one more time.

I didn't play or like a lot of board games as a child. I liked playing with my G.I. Joes and making up adventures for them.

A lot of readers have actually helped me, been really sweet to me... So maybe my cry for help has sometimes been answered.

For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.

I don't really recognise success. I don't see myself as on an upwardly mobile trajectory. I see myself as on the edge of a cliff about to fall off.