My heart was pounding, and I was sweating like I was there.

Some people say that I must be a horrible person, but that's not true. I have the heart of a young boy -- in a jar on my desk.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.

But in the wake of 'Bullet,' all the guys wanted to know was, 'How's it doing? How's it selling?' How to tell them I didn't give a flying fuck how it was doing in the marketplace, that what I cared about was how it was doing in the reader's heart?

People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk.