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.

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.

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.

Fellini is a just a province kid. Rome exists for Fellini, not the other way around.

Most book things now (with a few exceptions) are just built around nice, safe books written for nice and safe book club readers. These are usually the books you see on display at Barnes and Noble. These Internet writers are like literary terrorists to me. They're training as we speak. They're getting ready to invade. They're building an army.

The whole exploitation thing is funny, too. Exploitation is the nature of the world, isn't it?