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.
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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.
I keep writing because it is deeply pleasurable to me.
To write something you have to feel it and know it, and that's not comfortable.
Once you start writing something obsessively, it's almost like someone has to rip it from your hands in order for you to put it down.
People write to me all the time, and I write back.
I think at first I didn't tell anyone I was writing something because I found so tedious the people who did.
People still text me to say that there is something about me in the paper, and what really annoys me is that if it's nasty, I then have to go and have a look, even though actually I don't want to know.
Writers sometimes write things for me and I like to see what they write because I want to see what their take on my delivery is or what they think that I can do with something. So I kind of leave that to them.
I've been writing for people long enough to know that it has got to feel comfortable coming out of their mouths, especially when you're doing something that is first person and is so near and dear to you.
Why do I write? From selfishness. Because this state of liquefied, complex concentration, however faintly and dimly I'm able to perceive it, is the greatest pleasure I know.
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