My dad became a soap opera actor, and I was an extra in a skating rink scene on the soap. I didn't audition. It was nepotism all the way.

It has long been a theory of mine and I am known, if I do say so, for my long theories that authors, generally speaking, are rotten letter writers.

“The people that set one animal against another haven't the guts to be bullies themselves. They're just secondhand cowards.”

Dying was apparently a weaning process all the attachments to familiar people and objects have to be undone.