I consulted a therapist at Mass. General. After about 20 minutes, he stopped me and said, 'You're just a big existential garbage pail. Go home and relax.'

I refer to jet lag as 'jet-psychosis - there's an old saying that the spirit cannot move faster than a camel.

One of the ways to reincarnate is to tell your story.

I knew I couldn't live in America and I wasn't ready to move to Europe so I moved to an island off the coast of America - New York City .

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities.

Everything is contingent, and there is also chaos.

I see [my pen] as an extension of my musculature. It's like being a painter. It's the closest I can get to my breath.