As I published books, I realized, that's not really what I want. I don't care about the books as much anymore. I just want to write poetry.

Most people are trying to go digital, and trying to do different things with poetry. McSweeney's is going in the opposite direction - going more classic, and retro, which is all coming back.

I was sort of obsessed about corporate people committing suicide.

Sometimes I feel like I'm on top of the world, and other mornings I feel like crap.

I can't help but go against the grain, I suppose it is in my fabric to be a rule-breaker.

I am always reading, always, and tons of things at once. I wouldn't say I'm a voracious reader, though. I never finish books that fast, because I'm always reading so many things at once.

I think my way of being "funny" is just saying things that people think but have learned not to say, whereas, I haven't learned not to say them.

There's an attraction to emotional clusters or hypocrisies or awkwardness. A desire to expose something or point at something that's already poking out.

I feel like I give myself all day long to other people and other things, and I still seem like I have something to write once in awhile. Not often, though.

I think I've always felt very isolated, and I'm sure lots of poets do.

I think e-mail and social media and all that has made me feel way less isolated than ever before.

There is beauty in each word of a Book

I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.

Anyone can lecture from the butt, only very few can act.

As Christians, we are not to beg for signs and wonders but, to command them all the time and not some of the time.

Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.

It's the only way I think I'm ever going to walk away from the game, is to go ahead and say I'm going to, and then I've got to. There's no turning back now - win, lose or draw.

Everybody always tells you what an awesome and unique experience being a parent is. Words can never do the feeling justice.

Thinking ... is what gets you caught from behind.

Today Jesus Christ is being dispatched as the Figurehead of a Religion, a mere example. He is that, but he is infinitely more; He is salvation itself, He is the Gospel of God.

I'm quite the nagger too. I nag at the others when their chatting makes our rehearsals finish later than scheduled.