I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence.
There is not in the universe a more ridiculous, nor a more contemptible animal, than a proud clergyman.
I find it just simply takes me right back to those times, and I really can't take it, I don't want to, I mean, why should I face up to it? What good does it do me? I know it happened, and that's it.