Someday I would change my name to Shut Up and save everybody a lot of time.

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

I don't know why the world has changed so much that writers are now expected to appear in public and talk about their work. It's something I find very difficult. And yet, one does have some sense of responsibility towards one's publishers, to the people trying to sell the book.

Yes! I'm the slowest comic-book writer on Earth.

Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.

Apparently Brooklyn needn't always push itself to be something else, something conscious and anxious, something pointed toward Manhattan.... Brooklyn might sometimes also be pleased, as here on Flatbush, to be its grubby, enduring self.

I work on a laptop specifically so I can work in cafes and pretend I'm part of the human world.