Psychologically, it's better that I think that I'm dirt.

To wish for the crazy times one last time and freeze it in the memory of a camera is the least a great artist can do.

I dreamed that I was young and smart, and it was not a waste. I dreamed that there was a point of life, and to the human race.

People think that I work out but it's all t'ai chi.

I wish I had a talking book that told me how to act and look, a talking book that contained keys to past and present memories

I'm writing about real things. Real people. Real characters. You have to believe what I write about is true or you wouldn't pay any attention at all.

Underachievers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose except your fright.