My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It's just not my thing anymore.

When anybody starts out with a memoir, you get the impulse to tell your own story with your own voice, and you get all that out in one fell swoop sometimes.

And what we were trying to offer every day was one-on-one attention. The goal was to have a one-to-one ratio with every one of these students.

It's so easy to print in the Midwest. You're saving months in shipping and customs, so we have started printing a number of books there.

So I should be aware of the dangers of self-consciousness, but at the same time, I’ll be plowing through the fog of all these echoes, plowing through mixed metaphors, noise, and will try to show the core, which is still there, as a core, and is valid, despite the fog. The core is the core is the core. There is always the core, that can’t be articulated. Only caricatured.