I now make my living by being impolite. I am clumsy at it.

I am from a family of artists. Here I am, making a living in the arts. It has not been a rebellion. It's as though I had taken over the family Esso station.

I'm not misunderstood. I am brash. I make my living being brash.

This is what I do for a living. It's not who I am as a human being.

Evolution can go to hell as far as I am concerned. What a mistake we are. We have mortally wounded this sweet life-supporting planet - the only one in the whole Milky Way - with a century of transportation whoopee.

Now, I am completely independent - I earn my living by speaking and writing.