The compulsively readable events of my life occurred mainly in infancy, and it's been pretty humdrum ever since.

I've been hiding crucial events in my life since I was 13.

God has been God in my life ever since I can remember.

My life has been a whirlwind since the '94 Olympics.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

I'm not looking ahead joyfully to the rest of my life or the future of the human race. I've always written about man as an animal species among other animals, competing for limited resources. Our population is exploding. Our environment is dying. Science has debunked God.