Q: In Burn After Reading, George Clooney built a sex-chair in his basement.

A: Yes. In I Only Read It for the Ads I had a power glove called The Manipulator. A capacitor shorted out and it tore a guy's dick off.

Q: It's the machinery that's dangerous. That's like fucking a vacuum cleaner. You might get sucked up in it and not be able to extricate yourself.

A: An atavistic fear.

I don't want to leave my writing room.

I don't want to see people. I don't want to engage in conversations. Small talk. I don't want to party. Shit happens when you party naked. I don't want anything to happen.

I used to go to art shows. In Atlanta.

Foreign films.

Concerts, plays. Pro baseball, pro football. The Olympics.

I don't get out much, now.

Brenda and I watch rented movies. I read library books.

My writing keeps me busy.

I went to Vermont when Bill died.

I wrote a pamphlet this morning. For the writers conference.