I always like to see enlightened parents like that; it gives me hope for the future.

I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.

When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands.

In many ways, Eulah-Beulah prepared me for literary criticism. After having a two-hundred-pound babysitter fart on your face and yell Pow!, The Village Voice holds few terrors.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.