I Was An Infinitely Hot And Dense

I Thought Of Myself As Kind Of An Anarchist All My Whole Adult Life, From The Days When I Was 15 Or 16.

My Relationship With My Readers Is Somewhat Theatrical. One Of The Main Things I Try To Do In My Work Is Delight My Readers.

Actually What's Worse Than A Dog's Mouth Is A Cat's Mouth. They're Not Dirtier Per Se, But They Have Sharper Teeth, So They Are Much More Likely To Go Deep, Should They Bite You.

In Me, Speaking Psychologically, There Is Always An Ongoing Struggle Between My Enormously Self-regarding, Almost Delusionally Aspirational, Napoleonic Personality And A Marginalized One.

You Are Fiercely Heterosexual And Well-formed, And It's No One's Business That You've Shrunk Your Parents And Keep Them In A Terranium, But You Have A Gatling Gun For A Mouth, And If That's A Diary You're Producing From Your Cleavage, I'm Leaving.