I love librarians more than any other people in the world. When I was an immigrant kid, they’ve made me feel like a human being and they gave me books that taught me English.

People always write on my Facebook that they've seen somebody they thought was me on the subway, and I was cursing badly.

You want to read a book? That requires introspection. It requires time away from people and time away from the constant need to communicate and to connect.

If you're not fascinated by Korea yet, you damn well should be. The most innovative country on earth deserves a hilarious and poignant account on the order of Euny Hong's The Birth of Korean Cool. Her phat beats got Gangnam Style and then some.

Summer is a Latvian chicken. We make foolish choices. We think we’re young again. We run with outstretched arms toward an object of love and it pecks us and pecks us until we’re standing there snot-nosed and teary in the middle of Astor Place and the sun sets fire to our Penguin shirts and all that is left to do is go to our air-conditioned homes and ponder the cruelty of our finest season.

The radio station was playing Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, a sure sign that things were much worse than they appeared.

I'm the fortieth ugliest man in this bar. But so what! So what!... Isn't this how people used to fall in love?