I was the captain of the latent paranoid softball team. We used to play all the neurotics on sunday morning. Nailbiters against the bedwetters, and if you've never seen neurotics play softball, it's really funny. I used to steal second base, and feel guilty and go back.

I don't mind dying... as long as I don't have to be there when it happens.

I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

I carry a bullet in my breast pocket. Once, a crazy evangelist threw a bible at me, which would have gone through my heart if it wasn't for the bullet.

In the shower, with the hot water coming down, you've left the real world behind, and very frequently things open up for you. It's the change of venue, the unblocking the attempt to force the ideas that's crippling you when you're trying to write.

This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?

Life is short. Short, and not about anything except what you can touch and what touches you.