I don't mean to beat a made-in-America drum, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't feel somehow right to be printing books in the U.S.

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

You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me.

All I ever wanted was to know what to do.

But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.

Still though, I think if you're not self-obsessed, you're probably boring.

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.