I Grew Up In A House That

If It Is Your Time, Love Will Track You Down Like A Cruise Missile.

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?

When An Attractive But Aloof ("cool") Man Comes Along, There Are Some Of Us Who Offer To Shine His Shoes With Our Underpants. There Are Thousands Of Scientific Concepts As To Why This Is So, And Yes, Yes, It's Very Sick But None Of This Helps.

You Know That Great Car-stomach Feeling When You Fly Over A Hump? That Was My Whole Body.

When You Start To Think Of The Arts As Not This Thing That Is Going To Get You Somewhere In Terms Of Becoming An Artist Or Becoming Famous Or Whatever It Is That People Do, But Rather A Way Of Making Being In The World Not Just Bearable, But Fascinating, Then It Starts To Get Interesting Again.