I Was An Infinitely Hot And Dense

“et Tu, Babe” Was Born Out Of My Absolute Certainty That A Writer’s Life Was Solitary And Insular, And I Was Happy With That. I Love Reading And Writing, It’s My Whole Life.

I Have An Enduring, Very Robust Infatuation With Dictators. I Have An Infatuation With Stalin, Mao, And Mussolini. In The Paris Review Interview I Did (in 2013), I Said My Next Book, This One, Was Going To Be About Mussolini. I Wound Up Only Having A Mussolini Cameo In The Book.

In Me, Speaking Psychologically, There Is Always An Ongoing Struggle Between My Enormously Self-regarding, Almost Delusionally Aspirational, Napoleonic Personality And A Marginalized One.

People Have No Idea How Much Work It Is For A Man To Produce An Ejaculation. You Have This Seminal Vesicle Churning Out This Fluid, The Prostate Gland Producing An Alkaline Solution. It's Like Having Five Iron Chefs In Your Crotch Working To Cook Up This Stuff.

Sometimes I Think My Purpose Is As A Saboteur When I'm Working With Other People, Derailing What They're Trying To Do Or Taking Things To A Ludicrous Extremity.