I have this idiot name tag which says 'controversial.'

I never can satisfy some need in me to achieve something of incredible hight. For my sake. It puzzles me deeply. And it sours my life. So there is a permanent dissatisfaction.

I had a brother who was my savior, made my childhood bearable.

Make it dangerous or it's not worth doing.

I was a very sickly child. My parents were immigrants. They were not decorous. They were not discreet. They always thought I was gonna die.

I know there are supposedly happy people in this world. I never believed it, but I take it for granted. God knows, they're all on television.

And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming Wild Things.