I Hope You Die.... P.s. If You

By The End Of The Time I'm Writing A Book, I'm Tearing My Hair Out And I Want To Go Do Stand-up. And Then I Want To Do Something Else. I Don't Know Why It Is True With Me That I Can't Just Be Satisfied Doing The One Thing, But I'm Constantly Flitting From One Thing To Another.

If I Revise A Children's Book, If I'm Spending Three Hours On The First Draft, I'm Probably Spending 30 Minutes Revising It. I Mean, Come On! But To Redo A Painting? That's Hard Work.

I Imagine There's A Level Of Narcissism That Goes Into Thinking You're Enough.

My Tastes In All Things Lean Towards The Arty And Boring. I Like Sports Documentaries About Scrabble Players, Bands That Play Quiet, Unassuming Music, And Tv Shows That Win Awards. In That Way, I Am An Elitist Snob. And Proud Of It.

The Whole Idea Of Punk Rock Is That You're Dressing Yourself In A Crazy Leather Jacket With Safety Pins And A Mohawk. The Idea Of Being The Rebel Is A Boring Societal Idea. It's Such A Type. And That's What I Was, Without Knowing It.