In Hollywood, No One Knows Anything.

But When A Girl Gives A Boy A Dead Squid - That Had To Mean Something.

Life Isn't Fair. It's Just Fairer Than Death, That's All.

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.

Who Are You?" "no One Of Consequence." "i Must Know." "get Used To Disappointment.

He Held Up A Book Then. “i'm Going To Read It To You For Relax.” “does It Have Any Sports In It?” “fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad Men. Good Men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave Men. Cowardly Men. Strongest Men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” “sounds Okay,” I Said And I Kind Of Closed My Eyes.