I'd excluded New York from my writing, and then I came back and I fell in love with it all over again... The energy comes from an absence, that yearning for New York when you are not there.

I have a horror of silence while I'm writing. It's like the universe is howling at me if I don't have it.

My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage.

Comics? Honestly, that's more a matter of nostalgia for me. I think most of that energy has gone to my love of literature, and my love of film...

Art is about eliminating almost everything in order to focus on the thing that you need to talk about.

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

There's something about the rhythms of language that correspond to the rhythms of our own bodies.