I've never thought about the con of living in New York as a writer. Because I always think, Oh, what fun to be around so many writers. Because I've never been around so many writers.

Most people are trying to go digital, and trying to do different things with poetry. McSweeney's is going in the opposite direction - going more classic, and retro, which is all coming back.

I was sort of obsessed about corporate people committing suicide.

Sometimes I feel like I'm on top of the world, and other mornings I feel like crap.

I can't help but go against the grain, I suppose it is in my fabric to be a rule-breaker.

I am always reading, always, and tons of things at once. I wouldn't say I'm a voracious reader, though. I never finish books that fast, because I'm always reading so many things at once.

I think my way of being "funny" is just saying things that people think but have learned not to say, whereas, I haven't learned not to say them.

There's an attraction to emotional clusters or hypocrisies or awkwardness. A desire to expose something or point at something that's already poking out.

I feel like I give myself all day long to other people and other things, and I still seem like I have something to write once in awhile. Not often, though.

I think I've always felt very isolated, and I'm sure lots of poets do.

I think e-mail and social media and all that has made me feel way less isolated than ever before.

It’s hard to explain the fun to be found in seeing the right kind of bad movie.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

Rather, my perceptions about how we solve problems in health care or education span across a whole range of areas. And I want to try to capture that complexity.

Facts an' facts, an' t'ings an t'ings: dem's all a lotta fockin' bullshit. Hear me! Dere is no truth but de one truth, an' that is the truth of Jah Rastafari.

These are my wakeup cupcakes, some anti-depressants and a cellphone book.

I am so happy to see more and more people in this country are becoming addicted to cheese.

Spiritual delight in God arises chiefly from his beauty and perfection, not from the blessings he gives us.

As a big creature, if you do not respect small creatures, you will be even much smaller than them!

Don’t recall. Don’t imagine. Don’t think. Don’t examine. Don’t control. Rest.

Rhythm is as necessary in a picture as pigment; it is as much a part of painting as of music.