I often cannot believe the things I do.

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

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

I'll always be working on five things at once, usually with those documents open at the same time because if I get stuck somewhere I'll jump over to something else. That's how my head has always worked.

You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back.

To me, the print business model is so simple, where readers pay a dollar for all the content within, and that supports the enterprise.

We feel that to reveal embarrassing or private things, we have given someone something, that, like a primitive person fearing that a photographer will steal his soul, we identify our secrets, our past and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself.