Men's magazines in the period immediately after World War II were almost all outdoor-oriented. They were connected to some extent in the male bonding that came out of a war... And what I tried to create was a magazine for the indoor guy, but focused specifically on the single life: in other words, the period of bachelorhood before you settle down.
I'm not an outdoors person by instinct or nature. I'm more of a city person.
Last year I picked up the New York Times and there was a story about a kid from Dartmouth who was bragging that he never left his room, and made dates and ordered pizza with his computer. The piece de resistance of this story was that he had two roommates, and he was proud of the fact that he only talked to them by computer.
Oh, I'm online all the time now. I'm not an outdoorsy type.
On the West Coast, things are more relaxed, maybe because people have more fun outdoors. In the East, where the weather is not so good, people have to stay indoors. They're very knowledgable fans. This makes you play even harder.
You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.
I'm not an outdoor girl. I can barely swim. I don't ride a horse.
I don't really leave the house.
Does anybody actually go out in L.A.? When I lived there, I'd just stay in my apartment.
I don't prefer to go out and chill. I hardly roam around. It might be difficult to believe, but I haven't visited Akshardham temple or Qutub Minar.
I rarely go out, and I am not interested in golf or anything like that.
I don't like the crowds, I don't like to get out of the house if I don't have to.
We flashed our feathers when the feathers were fit to be flashed, and now, in drearier days, many stay indoors.
I'm definitely an indoor kid who's turned into an inside person.
I'm a little more extreme than a homebody. Unless there's some event I really have to go to, I don't like to leave my house.
No, I don't think about the myth of the West. It's not the kind of thinking I do. That's more suited to people who live in big towns on the West Coast or East Coast, people who stay under a roof, in a room, all the time.
Writers tend to be addicted to houses ... We work at home, indulging the agoraphobia endemic to our kind. We are immersed in our surroundings to an almost morbid degree.
I don't look like a desert person because I stay indoors most of the day and fool around at night. That's what the desert animals do - they don't have a tan either.
The complexion of a novelist is seldom rosy (Paul Bailey once announced to a heavy-hearted audience of novelists at PEN that we have always been an ugly tribe). We are engaged in indoor activity, haemorrhoidal, prone to chillblains, poor of circulation.
I am such an indoor person.
I'm not really one of those people who's always out. I like being at home.
I make no apologies for not being very outdoorsy and for not really enjoying the cold.
This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. To escape it, people live inside and underground.
I describe myself as an indoor cat, because I'm a computer guy and I always have been.
