My feeling is that labels are for canned food... I am what I am - and I know what I am.

I'm just not that fascinating a person to have had all those lives that I've written about.

I'm tired of being this solemn poet of the masses, the enigma shrouded in a mystery.

On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.

We made part of the record in Miami, and I would go down to the beach, and not 20 feet from the water I see a fish that is at least seven feet long swimming close to the shore. I did not go back in the ocean the entire month.

The world of WONDERLAND is authentic, vibrant, and genuine. Stacey D’Erasmo explores the delight and terror of second chances. A great read!

If you disagree with me, fine! Because that's the great thing about America, we can disagree!