I Don't Really Recognise Success.

I Don't Laugh That Much, But I Do Like Humorous Books, And I Like To Entertain Readers That Way.

I'm On The Verge Of A Total Breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, Possibly. It's An Absurd Existence.

I Was Aware That I Was Acting Atrociously But I Couldn't Stop Myself. Rarely Had I Behaved In Such A Manner. But I Guess When We're Feeling Lonely In Life, We Attack Those Who Actually Do Love Us. It's One Of The Things That Characterizes Human Nature And Can Be Summed Up In One Word: Flawed.

People Don't Expect Too Much From Literature. They Just Want To Know They're Not Alone With Being Confused.

Even When I Was Living Below The Poverty Line As A Novelist, I Was Still Living Better Than 99.5% Of The Human Population Of The World. But In My Little, Soft Realm Of Trying To Amuse A Few Dozen Middle-class People With My Books And Articles, I Did Struggle To Survive In My Own Way.