I don't even get an allowance.

I'm not expecting the American literary community to welcome me with open arms. To them I'm just some schmuck kid who wrote some book.

I've led a very isolated existence since I was 6 years old. It's kind of been me and my mind.

Gosh, I couldn't even talk right until I was about 6 years old or something like that.

I felt like I had two fathers. I had my real father and the father in my head.

I do have a family, and I do have friends, and so-called friends, and acquaintances, and many other people I see only around Christmas time. Maybe they could vouch for me. Maybe they could testify to my existence and save a part of me that thinks I'm no better than a bag of potato chips.

After seeing 'Big,' I wanted an elevator that opened directly into my apartment, just like Tom Hanks did.