I can say now is that sneaking up on people is a major delight in my old age, but it always has been. A desire, even a need, to shock.

One of the principle things life has taught me is that we always have a choice. When we say we "can't," we usually mean we're just not willing to pay the price.

Prison experience puts distance between me and any person who hasn't been there, done that.

The loss of a sexual life is one of the worst things about getting really old. The worst thing.

My friends in prison were mostly women more like myself: not historical figures who I did not relate to as peers, but hookers and addicts.

At eighty-one, health club-lusting is as close as I'll ever come to getting laid again.

My published works are concrete evidence that I exist.