I don't know that I spent any more time alone than any other kid, but being by myself never bothered me.

I hate fishing, and I can't imagine why anyone would want to hike when you can get in the car and drive.

That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.

Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.

I hope we don't get to the point where we have to have the cat stop chasing the mouse to teach him glassblowing and basket weaving.