Real Life Has Always Let Me Down.

And Just As I Was Climbing Into That First-class Seat, And Wrapping Myself In A Blanket, Just As I Was Adjusting My Pillow Behind My Head, And Having A Sip Of That Champagne, And Just As I Was Bringing Down And Adjusting My Thai Purple Sleep Mask, I Had An Inkling. I Had A Flash. I Suddenly Thought I Knew What It Was That Had Killed Marilyn Monroe.

I See [my Pen] As An Extension Of My Musculature. It's Like Being A Painter. It's The Closest I Can Get To My Breath.

How Theraputic It Is To Surrond Yourself With People Stranger Than Yourself.

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'm Kind Of This Control Freak That Likes To Create His Own Hells Before The Real One Can Get To Him