And uh, I'm glad that I still have my hands and my eyes to work with.

I didn't write because in the corps I took mining engineering of all things and, you know, they, they graduate a mining engineer as a sort of an illiterate.

Many of the younger generation know my name in a vague way and connect it with grotesque inventions, but don't believe that I ever existed as a person. They think I'm a nonperson, just a name that signifies a tangled web of pipes or wires or strings that suggest machinery. My name to them is like a spiral staircase, veal cutlets, barber's itch — terms that give you an immediate picture of what they mean.

I wonder how anybody can think his personality changes with his success. I've had quite a bit of success but I feel that I'm just the same person as I always was.

It just happened that the public happened to, uh, appreciate the satirical quality of these crazy things.

I, I don't think anybody's continually happy, uh, except idiots, you know. You know, you have to have little moments of depression.

And during my college, at the end of the junior year I worked in a mine.