I like cliffhangers, with the hero in trouble at the end. I used to go on real bendersI don't do that anymore. But when you go on bender you never know what's going to happen.

I like cliffhangers, with the hero in trouble at the end. I used to go on real benders—I don't do that anymore. But when you go on bender you never know what's going to happen.

(S)ex scenes and bathroom jokes are my bread and butter.

By saying I'd been up on the roof, I hoped to prove that I had intimate knowledge of how and why he'd died. It was my ego asserting itself: I was there, we were good friends.

I might have some sort of personality disorder. I might not have proper filters; it might be some kind of version of Asperger's meets Tourettes meets prose.

I live for coincidences. They briefly give to me the illusion or the hope that there's a pattern to my life, and if there's a pattern, then maybe I'm moving toward some kind of destiny where it's all explained.