I am not beautiful, so I don't know why I'm making myself ugly. But the mustache stays.

By the way, if I have my own cult of personality with my own geodetic dome in western Massachusetts, I will have a hurt yurt for anyone who crosses me.

When you think about it, the end of the world is a little bit like death: We all know it's going to come eventually, and as we get older, we feel we see the signs more and more distinctly.

I believe that by releasing "passing interest/low keepsake-value literature" from the burden of physicality, you are actually releasing the words from their worst liability: the price and inconvenience of actual bookness.

A lot of my time is spent reading antique or out-of-print books of reference.

Everything we make in life, eventually, is sold for a dollar or a penny or given away.

As you know, the thing that I know the least about is the topic of sports.