People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.

People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk.

Some people say that I must be a horrible person, but that's not true. I have the heart of a young boy -- in a jar on my desk.

In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

Happiness is a very small desk and a very big wastebasket.

My heart was pounding, and I was sweating like I was there.