I Can't Remember A Time

I Don't Mean To Be Insolent. I'm Truthful. I Tell The Truth And The Truth Sometimes Hurts. For Instance, You Have Bad Breath, Lieutenant. I Can Smell It From Here. It Must Offend A Lot Of People. That's The Truth. But How Many People Have Told You That? Instead, They Either Lie Or Try To Avoid Your Company.

You Seldom Get A Censorship Attempt From A 14-year-old Boy. It's The Adults Who Get Upset.

The Rewriting Is Always Crucial To What I Do; Whenever I Do A Scene, I Always Tell Myself That This Isn't Final And That I Can Do It Again, Better. The Pacing Is Probably From Experience. I've Always Liked Gradual Disclosure. I Keep Thinking Of My Rubber-band Theory. You Have A Rubber Band That You Keep Pulling And Pulling And Pulling, And Just At The Moment Of Snapping You Release It And Start Another Chapter And Start Pulling Again.

It Would Be The Death Of All Creativity For Me If I Had To Sit There And Be Concerned With The Sensibilities Of A Fourteen-year-old Kid. Some Fourteen-year-olds Would Revel In The Book, And Some Would Be Very Sensitive To It, So You Can't Afford To Worry About That. What I Worry About Is Good Taste And Getting My Message Across By Whatever Means I Can.

Don't Miss The Bus, Boy. You're Missing A Lot Of Things In The World, Better Not Miss That Bus.