I'm Into, Oh Murders And Executions Mostly.

I Think My Sensibility Is Very Literary; All My Books Were Built As Books, And I Wasn't Thinking About Them Being Movies.

By The Time You Finish Reading This Sentence, A Boeing Jetliner Will Take Off Or Land Somewhere In The World.

Hip," I Murmur, Remembering Last Night, How I Lost It Completely In A Stall At Nell's---my Mouth Foaming, All I Could Think About Were Insects, Lots Of Insects, And Running At Pigeons, Foaming At The Mouth And Running At Pigeons.

I Could Stay Living In This City If They Just Installed Blaupunkts In The Cabs.

People Are Afraid To Merge.