I'm sure we're going to find out one day that the brain is as worthless as the appendix.

The only hope we have are our bodies. We're all trapped in them and we all hate them, and it's this reason why we're comic and not tragic.

This [Thelonious Monk: The Life And Times Of An American Original] is another one of those books with the perfect blend of anecdote and analysis. The analysis is built into the anecdote. It has that right feel about it. It's not too scholarly, either.

Everybody is so sure about everything these days. Just look at your horrible Facebook feed on the most recent tragedy that people are commenting on.

With my stuff, I think I've tried. I've been courted. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I've been courted to be someone who could sell a lot of books.

There's always tons of crap music people are trying to sell us - [it's] the same way with publishers and galleries.

I don't think anybody does anything anymore without commenting on why they're doing it or making fun of it as they're doing it.