I Promote My Own Self-hatred.

It's Hard For Me To Think Of Writing A Novel, Because It Takes So Long.

I Don't Like To Publicly Acknowledge Being A Jew.

I Hid My Underwear Beneath A Parked Peugeot.

I Was Aware That I Was Acting Atrociously But I Couldn't Stop Myself. Rarely Had I Behaved In Such A Manner. But I Guess When We're Feeling Lonely In Life, We Attack Those Who Actually Do Love Us. It's One Of The Things That Characterizes Human Nature And Can Be Summed Up In One Word: Flawed.

I Don't Laugh That Much, But I Do Like Humorous Books, And I Like To Entertain Readers That Way.