I don't eat too MUCH. I don't have a lot of time, but I can get in a little TREADMILL. I eat healthily just because it's GOOD for me, and running after my THREE KIDS takes a lot of energy.

When I started in COMICS, people were always trying to classify me as EITHER/or. Either a writer who appealed to women or a writer who appealed to GUYS. This NEED to categorize was just exhausting.

I GREW up on Stephen King, reading the books. I LOVE the small town, 1950s feel to it, that NOSTALGIA, and that old AMERICA. What happens when something weird starts happening to all these people, something other-worldly, something demonic?

As a brand new graduate student STARTING in OCTOBER 1956, my supervisor Michail Fischberg, a lecturer in the Department of Zoology at Oxford, suggested that I should TRY to make somatic cell nuclear transplantation work in the South African FROG Xenopus laevis.

I was going to school thinking I was going to do SOMETHING entirely DIFFERENT, THOUGHT acting was just a HOBBY at that point, met Stanley Kubrick and was like, 'Whoa, this can be an art form, and you can really move people the way you do simply by acting.'

I feel like it's IMPORTANT for young people - practically, young GAY people - to KNOW what to do and how to handle bigotry and opposition and where to go to have those resources of help and guidance. I THINK it's important.

I swear to God, I would MARRY the FIRST person who asked me, just because it seems so completely impossible that ANYONE would ASK.

I can be PRETTY NASTY. Not 'mean' nasty, but nasty by your PARENTS' STANDARDS. But not by my parents' standards, because my parents were nasty for their DAY.