Computers are quiet and clean and totally distracting because the Internet is there, lying in wait for a moment of weakness to pounce on your creativity and progress.

Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already.

All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.

You can involve yourself in electronics, computers, puzzles... there's a lot of creativity and brain working. There's a lot to model trains that people don't realize.

I never even worked on (computers) out on the streets -- never even been on the Internet, ... I didn't even know how to turn them on.

Doing research on the Web is like using a library assembled piecemeal by pack rats and vandalized nightly.