We Buy Balloons, We Let Them Go.

I'm Not A Big Believer In Disciplined Writers. What Does Discipline Mean? The Writer Who Forces Himself To Sit Down And Write For Seven Hours Every Day Might Be Wasting Those Seven Hours If He's Not In The Mood And Doesn't Feel The Juice. I Don't Think Discipline Equals Creativity.

I Think The Books Are The Books. They Were Conceived As Books. They Weren't Conceived As Movies. When I Write Scripts, That's An Idea And A Situation That I Think Is A Really Good Idea For A Movie. When I'm Writing A Book, I'm Not Thinking, "oh, This Would Be A Great Movie." This Would Be A Very Interesting Book. And I Think The Books Are Things That Cannot Really Be Adapted Into Another Medium.

A Curtain Of Stars, Miles Of Them, Are Scattered, Glowing, Across The Sky And Their Multitude Humbles Me, Which I Have A Hard Time Tolerating. She Shrugs And Nods After I Say Something About Forms Of Anxiety. It's As If Her Mind Is Having A Hard Time Communicating With Her Mouth, As If She Is Searching For A Rational Analysis Of Who I Am, Which Is, Of Course, An Impossibility: There... Is... No... Key.

I Have To Return Some Videotapes

There’s No Use In Denying It: This Has Been A Bad Week. I’ve Started Drinking My Own Urine.