One Way An Author Dies A Little

Now What Happens?" Asked The Man In Black. "we Face Each Other As God Intended," Fezzik Said. "no Tricks, No Weapons, Skill Against Skill Alone." "you Mean You'll Put Down Your Rock And I'll Put Down My Sword And We'll Try To Kill Each Other Like Civilized People, Is That It?

I Guess The Most Amazing Thing About Crying Though Is That When You're In It, You Think It'll Go On Forever But It Never Really Lasts Half What You Think. Not In Terms Of Real Time. In Terms Of Real Emotions, It's Worse Than You Think, But Not By The Clock.

The Queen's Pride Was His Ship, And He Loved Her. (that Was The Way His Sentences Always Went: It Is Raining Today And I Love You. My Cold Is Better And I Love You. Say Hello To Horse And I Love You. Like That.)

Being A Screenwriter Is Not Enough For A Full Creative Life.

Yes, I Am A Failed Playwright. I Had Three Shows On Broadway By The Time I Was 30. They All Flopped, And I Fled.