We've lost that very simple transaction that's so pure, where a reader can say, "I support what you're doing, here's my dollar. I know that you guys are gonna be watchdogs or keep the government accountable, so here's my 50-cent contribution each day." It's just so tidy, and I think so inspiring.

Good artists exist in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

I worked at Salon.com way back when they started, and there's just unmeasurable value to distributing words online, too, but I still get my news from the newspaper in the morning.

Loneliness is just a thing that I'm not personally interested in. So far, it hasn't been on my docket of things to write about.

It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur.

How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

Once a year, she remembers that she is insignificant. Then she forgets agains, because more than she is insignificant, she is forgetful.