My head was a condemned church with a ceiling of bats, but I swung from this dark mood to euphoria when I thought about leaving.

He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her.

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.

And we will be ready, at the end of every day will be ready, will not say no to anything, will try to stay awake while everyone is sleeping, will not sleep, will make the shoes with the elves, will breathe deeply all the time, breathe in all the air full of glass and nails and blood, will breathe it and drink it, so rich, so when it comes we will not be angry, will be content, tired enough to go, gratefully, will shake hands with everyone, bye, bye, and then pack a bag, some snacks, and go to the volcano.

I always like the idea of doing interviews with somebody but completely seriously not ever mentioning what that person is generally known for.

I grew up north of Chicago, not far from where the Schwinn bicycle plant used to be, and was conscious of the fact that these beautiful, everlasting bikes were made just down the road.

We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.