I Know What To Do

Why Shouldn't It Be That Way For The Rest Of Us? Why Not Just Go With It? Just Walk The Dog And Send The Tweets And Eat The Scones And Play With The Hamsters And Ride The Bicycles And Watch The Sunsets And Stream The Movies And Never Worry About Any Of It? I Didn't Know It Could Be That Easy. I Didn't Know That Until Just Now. That Sounds Good To Me.

Everything Was Always Something But Something – And Here Was The Rub – Could Never Be Everything.

I Think Comedy Is So Much Easier To Do On The Page Than It Is In Real Life. When I'm Writing, Comedy Is An Easy Way To Win Over The Reader. You're Automatically More Disposed To Keep Reading, Thinking Maybe, "i'll Get Another Laugh Or Two." I Think It's A Survival Instinct In Me. I Mean, You Don't Want To Lose These Guys Within Five Or Ten Pages. You Want Them To Keep Going. I Think To Some Extent It's A Desperate Measure That I Throw Out There, Because A Novel Isn't A Complete Waste Of Time If It Made You Laugh.

I've Always Thought Things Were Absurd. It Would Take A Lot More Effort For Me To See Things As Reasonable.

The Whole Time I Was Writing, I Had To Fight My Normal Inclination To Be Funny, To Sort Of Patch Humor In, In Order To Convey All Of The Disruptions Of The Disease To The Family Dynamic, The Loss Of Individuality, The Impact On Professional Life, And The Sanity Of The Main Character. Of Course, That's Not To Say It Never Sneaks In; There's Some Black Comedy In There, Like When He Shows Up To Court Wearing A Bicycle Helmet And Won't Take It Off.