Time Is What Makes Good Stories. Much

I Always Intended To Be Light And Open. I Misjudged The American Audience.

There Was No One, When I Was In School, Who Talked About Going In And Blowing Up Students. The Teachers Were Very Stern And Hateable, But Nobody Ever Mentioned Murder.

What A Bog And Labyrinth The Human Essence Is... We Are All Overbrained And Overemotioned.

I Found Out About Reviews Early On. They're Mostly Written By Sad Men On Bad Afternoons. That's Probably Why I'm Less Angry Than Some Writers, Who Are So Narcissistic They Consider Every Line Of Every Review, Even A Thoughtful One, As Major Treason.

Where Is The Angry Machine Of All Of Us? Why Is God Such A Blurred Magician? Why Are You Begging For Your Life If You Believe Those Things? Prove To Me That You’re Better Than The Rabbits We Ate Last Night.