Sure The World Breeds Monsters,

I'm Not Nearly Smart Enough Or Imaginative Enough To Tackle The Novel Form. Never Happen.

For Me, Everything's Too Much And Nothing's Enough.

Having A Great Dad Probably Permitted Me To Pal Around With Guys In A Way That Some Women Don't.

In My Godless Household, Poems Were The Closest We Came To Sacred Speech -- The Only Prayers Said.

The Emotional Stakes A Memoirist Bets With Could Not Be Higher, And It's Physically Enervating. I Nap On A Daily Basis Like A Cross-country Trucker.