I want you to take a sleeve of Thin Mints and line them up on the edge of the kitchen counter and when I'm hungry I can just bend over and sweep a cookie into my mouth like I'm scoring a goal in hockey.

I do know that there is no reason for me to drown myself from sorrow since I haven't yet tried to achieve anything great.

Since I was trying so hard to make books lead my life, I didn’t want to read them and then just put them back on the shelf and say, “good book,” as if I was patting a good dog. I wanted books to change me, and I wanted to write books that would change others.

Do you think I'm weird because I'm wired, or wired because I'm wierd?

After a full belly all is poetry.

There have been times when it has been rough with the food. You just get that hunger. After the camera's gone, am I going and continue on the path I'm on?