Bill Knott's poems are . . . rhetorical fluff . . . and fake.

Most of the people are no thicker than Formica, yet they hunger obscurely for some continuity with the place and with each other.

There are no walls, no bolts, no locks that anyone can put on your mind.

Truth is a T-Rex. Let it out and you won't need to defend it. It'll defend itself.

Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.

Ebola has shown that the world is not ready to deal with an epidemic on this scale.

The independent film business is pretty much gone. Now you can do it in a format where you actually get to develop a character over a period of time.

Conquer a liar with truth.

I'm afraid love is just a word.

There is always something to upset the most careful of human calculations.

I'm not trying to sound pretentious, but we did sell 12 million records on the first album, so we did get paid a little bit.