And Partly, The Worst Thing You Could

Grief Takes Many Forms, Including The Absence Of Grief

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy Than My Father, It Was Marcel Proust.

The Satiric Ethos Of Mad Was A Much Bigger Childhood Influence.

I Grew To Resent The Way My Father Treated His Furniture Like Children, And His Children Like Furniture.