I think people on antidepressants often lose sexual feelings. I don't mean that I think sex is only about sadness; it is obviously about joy and vitality and birth as well.

I believe that God locates himself at the spot where you recognize your own fallibility....And the paradox of it all has been that whenever I give up I seem to do better.

I have sparred with commenters as a music writer (on The Rumpus, among other places, see e.g., my review about Taylor Swift), and that was plenty of training!

I judged about a zillion awards this year so Ive been reading a lot of books that just came out.

I don't know exactly how long the book as we know it will exist, but I fully expect to make it to my death without having to give up on books.

I suppose I should say that I treasure blasphemy, as a faith of the highest order.

Tangled in one another's arms and nine times out of ten the things you think about a person make it impossible to touch them.