But When The Thing That Is Scaring

What Is An Imaginary Friend? Are There Also Imaginary Enemies?

When I Work On A Book, I Usually Start With A Question. And I Don't Sit Around And Go "i Need To Write A Book. What's A Good Question?" It Will Be A Question That's Just Clanging Around In My Head.

Love Will Make A Way Out Of No Way

I Listen Like Mad To Any Conversation Taking Place Next To Me Just Trying To Hear Why This Is Funny. Women's Restrooms Are Especially Great. I Wash My Hands Twice Waiting For People To Come In And Start Talking.

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?