I'm not apologizing to anyone. I'll apologize when hell freezes over.

People like scary stories. There's a fascination with fear themes, and we want to face those things in a weird, subconscious way.

I have learned that a bitter experience can make you stronger. I now boastfully say that I have a hide like a rhinoceros... and I'm smiling. It's an interesting thing.

I rarely lose my temper anymore.

And, hey, I'm not under the illusion that everything's just going to be hunky-dory work-wise forever. I've never been under that illusion. Things could go away tomorrow.

Feminists don't like me, and I don't like them. I don't get their point. I don't know why feminists have it out for me, but that's their problem, not mine.

Go away, dig a hole, do something else, come back and it magically rejuvenates your creative impulses and stuff.