I'm Not Usually Where I Think I

What Happens When You're In A Crash Is You Join A Crash Club, And You Talk Endlessly About Your Crash Because You Don't Want To Bore Your Friends With It. And They've Heard About The Crash So Many Times.

People Who Were Born Alone Are Defined By Feelings Like "who's Gonna Be With Me When I Die? Who Will Ever Understand Me? Will I Always Feel So Alone? Maybe If I Write A Book..." And You Forget That That Doesn't Help You So Much.

The Audience Creates Its Own Personality, I've Noticed, In The First Five Minutes. They Will Either Be Generous, Funny, Silly, Withholding, Academic, Analytical, Grudging. And I'm Fascinated With How That Gets Constructed, Because It Happens Right Away.

Life Goes By So Fast. It's Really - And A Lot Of Times Things Happen So Fast You Don't Know - How Should I React.

. . . I Wrote A Letter To Thomas Pynchon Asking, Can I Have Your Permission To Try To Make An [adaptation] Of Your Book? And I Had No Idea That He Would Answer Me, Because He's Pretty Elusive. But He Did Send A Letter Back That Said, Yes, You Can Do That - As Long As The Only Instrument In The Opera Is A Banjo. I Thought, That's An Interesting Way Of Saying No.