I Promote My Own Self-hatred.

Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More Difficult, Life Or The English Language.

I Grew Up In Northern New Jersey - The Banlieue Of New York - And I Now Live In Brooklyn. I Am Separated From My Parents By About 50 Miles, But Really There Is Almost No Distance Between Us. I Speak To Them Nearly Every Day.

Maybe My Work Isn't A Cry For Help. It May Just Be A Baby's Need To Cry Or A Dog's Need To Bark. You Know, Barks That Seem Connected To Phantom Noises And Cries That Just Come; Though A Baby's Cries Are Usually Efficient - Something Is Bothering Them. Anyway, I Think Giving Money Is A Sign Of Love. If You Truly Want To Help Someone, A Lot Of Times Giving Them Money Is The Best Thing You Can Do.

It's Hard For Me To Think Of Writing A Novel, Because It Takes So Long.

I've Always Been Intrigued By Stockholm Syndrome. Reminds Me Of My Childhood.