When I was young, I wanted to be a dramatic writer, a writer of tragedy. Nothing would've pleased me more than if I could have written like Eugene O'Neil or Tennessee Williams.

He was so depressed, he tried to commit suicide by inhaling next to an Armenian.

I got a divorce because my ex-wife left me for another woman.

My grammy never gave gifts, you know. She was too busy getting raped by Cossacks.

Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained.

It's a wonderful thing to be able to create your own world whenever you want to. Writing is very pleasurable, very seductive, and very therapeutic. Time passes very fast when I'm writing-really fast. I'm puzzling over something, and time just flies by. It's an exhilarating feeling. How bad can it be? It's sitting alone with fictional characters. You're escaping from the world in your own way and that's fine. Why not?

There is no question that there is an unseen world. The problem is, how far is it from midtown and how late is it open?