I want to write books that can be read a hundred years from now, and readers wouldn't be bogged down by irrelevant details.

When people call something "original," 9 out of 10 times they just don't know the references or original sources involved.

Tourette's is just one big lifetime of tag, really. The world (or my brain---same thing) appoints me it, again and again. So I tag back. Can it do otherwise? If you've ever been it you know the answer.

Yet I'm making a book and I'm going to care immensely about what words get bound in the pages, and I want the object to look good. I won't believe in it and it won't be real to me until there's a finished book I can hold.

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign.

Poetry is supposed to be musical. But people don't understand prose. They're so used to reading journalism - clunky, functional sentences that convey factual information - facts, more than just the surfaces of things.