My fear now is of cliche, of complacency, of not being able to feel authenticity in myself and those around me.

I don't think there are in life, pure darkness or pure light. Everyone's got a little of everything.

There's a lot of skeletons in my closet!

I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.

The writer should always serve as his own angleworm —and the sharper the barb with which he fishes himself out of blackness, the better.

It's hard to get concert tickets.

When we lived in Juneau, Alaska, it was a town of about 7,000 people, and totally isolated; the only way to get to it was by ship.