I didn't want to do the sitcom thing, but I didn't know what else to do.

There was nothing lonelier than a man with a million friends.

What part of me was born with the courage to stand in front of strangers and risk rejection?

I'm so not ready to die. It petrifies me. I go alone. I go to a place I don't know. It might be painful. It might be the end. My thought is that it is the end. I become nameless, and I spent a lifetime being known.

I love to evoke the bones and meat and thoughts of characters.

Mysteries simply are a feast for an active mind. And while in my lifetime I've seen science make extraordinary inroads into solving the most complex questions of life, after all this time I admit that I am thrilled that there are some things that forever will remain a mystery. For example, do I wear a toupee?

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?