“I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.”

I didn’t read at all until I was 12. I just couldn’t. It was too frustrating.

I would ask my parents something, but then go to my siblings. We were encouraged to bounce ideas off everyone.

I collect things that just look retarded.

I picked books by their covers – the worse the cover, the more I wanted to read it.

I’ve always wanted to have a book published – it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

My parents told us how they felt but never imposed their beliefs on us, although I appreciate I got a healthy sense of democracy from them.

At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we’d have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

The way this whole novel thing came together was, I sold them one bill of goods and then didn’t communicate very well. I am like Captain Run-on Sentence.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

I think what my father appreciated was the science experiment of life. He had these kids, and they had their own experiences. He wanted us to discover the world for ourselves.

Believe in the power of your voice! Be yourself. Everyone is unique.

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.

Mostly I try to be the best example of me that I can be.

I think I’ve had the longest career of strength, focus, and still being able to sell records.

Socialism is not an alternative to capitalism; it is an alternative to any system under which men can live as human beings.

That frame of mind that you need to make fine pictures of a very wonderful subject, you cannot do it by not being lost yourself.

Does a being who requires meaning find meaning in a universe that has no meaning?

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.