Growing up in the Boroughs, I thought I must be the cleverest boy in the world, an illusion that I was able to maintain until I got to the grammar school.

I think that we need mythology. We need a bedrock of story and legend in order to live our lives coherently.

I think that the Occupy movement is, in one sense, the public saying that they should be the ones to decide who's too big to fail.

What does fighting crime mean, exactly? Does it mean upholding the law when a woman shoplifts to feed her children, or does it mean struggling to uncover the ones who, quite legally, have brought about her poverty?

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.

I'm remote from most technology to the point that I'm kind of Amish.