I've always written about heroes and wondered who they are.

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.

I've never really been met with indifference, where they say, 'Who cares?' I think that's what good art is supposed to do. It's not supposed to make you feel good about your own prejudices and your own values; it's supposed to open you up in some way and get you outraged or make you happy or make you sad or whatever it's going to do.

What is your identity, and how do you know who you are if you don't have language?

Look at Sam Beckett. Most depressed man who ever lived, but he sure was funny.

The beauty of American law is you cannot slander anybody who is dead. This is not true in all countries.