I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General.

I Say That I Can't Make Anything Up. I Think Of Myself As A Collage Artist. I'm Cutting And Pasting Memories Of My Life. And I Say, I Have To Live A Life In Order To Tell A Life. I Would Prefer To Tell It Because Telling You're Always In Control, You're Like God.

I Think Of New York As A Puree And The Rest Of The United States As Vegetable Soup.

I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General. After About 20 Minutes, He Stopped Me And Said, 'you're Just A Big Existential Garbage Pail. Go Home And Relax.'

I Was Darkly Convinced That At Age 52 I Would Kill Myself Because My Mother Committed Suicide At That Age. I Was Fantasizing That She Was Waiting For Me On The Other Side Of The Grave.

I Understood Once I Held A Baby In My Arms, Why Some People Have The Need To Keep Having Them.