As Much As I Transferred My Mother

All I Want To Do Is Make Serious Movies That Explore Social Issues And Turn A Profit, And Slip The Schnitzel To Jane Depugh.

I Drank, I Used Drugs, I Broke Into Houses, Sniffed Women's Undergarments. I Ate Benzedrex Inhalers, Jacked Off For 18 Hours At A Pop, Lived With My Dad In A Shitpad.

If I Wanted To Make Money I Would Have Written Another Novel.

I Want To Have Enough Data, So I Won't Write Myself Into Thin Air, So That I Can Extrapolate And Give You This Secret Human Infrastructure. The Only Way I Sate My Own Curiosity Is To Create This From Scratch. There Must Be Commanding Love Stories. There Must Be Great Moral Cost.

I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.