As Of Right Now, I

I Was A Teenager In The '80s - And Maybe I'm Wrong About This - But It Seemed Like A Bad Era For Movies That Were Scary. It Was Really The Height Of Movies That Were Disgusting.

Real People Are Actively Trying To Live Like Fake People, So Real People Are No Less Fake. Every Comparison Becomes Impractical. This Is Why The Impractical Has Become Totally Acceptable; Impracticality Almost Seems Cool.

Every Time I Learn The Truth About Something, I’m Disappointed

The People Who Review My Books, Generally, Are Kind Of Youngish Culture Writers Who Aspire To Write Books, Or Write Opinion Pieces About What They Think Of Neil Young, Or Why They Quit Watching Er Or Whatever. And Because Of That, I Think There's A Lot Of People Who Write About My Books With The Premise Of, "why This Guy? Why Not Me?"

I Hate Motorcycles. Because If I Hit One, Even If It's Not My Fault, If I've Done Nothing Wrong, I'm Not Charged With Manslaughter, He's Gonna Die, Because He's On A Motorcycle. So I Have To Live My Life Knowing That I Killed This Guy.