I'm Into, Oh Murders And Executions Mostly.

People Just... Disappear," He Says. "the Earth Just Opens Up And Swallows People," I Say, Some What Sadly, Checking My Rolex. "eerie." Kimball Yawns, Stretching. "really Eerie." "ominous." I Nod My Agreement. "it's Just"- He Sights, Exasperated- "futile.

A Child Should Never Even Think About Being A "good Son." A Parent Decides That Fate For The Child. The Parent Encourages That. Not The Child Himself. And The "perfect Dad"? I Shudder At Thinking What That May Be.

I Have To Return Some Videotapes

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

But I Don't Want To Wear A Condom Because I Don't Feel Anything," And She Says Calmly... Glaring At Me,"if You Don't Use One You're Not Going To Feel Anything Anyway.