I must apologise because I know all writers have memories of being on the outer because it's the children on the side of the playground who become the dangerous writers.

Coitus is random, children are definite.

And I definitely wanted to be a writer, but I felt a duty now, having used up those educational resources, I felt a duty to the church and my parents to become a priest.

But I was also a brat. I used to belong to a gang that went looking for fights with other gangs.

And it is a folly to try to craft a novel for the screen, to write a novel with a screen contract in mind.

He was one of those men who, even in the years of peace, would have advised his congregation that while God may well be honored by the inflexibility of the pious, he might also be honored by the flexibility of the sensible.

And I think my sexuality was heavily repressed by the church, by the, you know, the design of the mortal sins.