You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.

Writing is physical for me. I always have the sense that the words are coming out of my body, not just my mind.

But the day I can't shrug off a twinge of self-pity, is the day I'm washed up for keeps.

Apologies aren't something you want to get in the habit of practicing in the mirror

I definitely care about how the concept of New York punk was constructed, and why it mattered. But I wasn't gonna do that. Partly because I'm not a great journalist...

So much of the effort that goes into writing prose for me is about making sentences that capture the music that I'm hearing in my head. It takes a lot of work, writing, writing, and rewriting to get the music exactly the way you want it to be.

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.