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Tragedy Is A Hell Of A Teacher. It's Much Too Strict, But It's A Hell Of A Teacher.

A Dancer On Break Approached Him. She Smiled. Each Tooth Was Angled In A Different Direction, As If Her Mouth Were The Masterwork Of A Mad Orthodontist. "hi," She Said. "hi." "you're Really Cute." "i Don't Have Any Money." She Spun And Walked Away. Ah, Romance.

I Remember One Time I Heard This English Professor Asking The Class What The World's Scariest Noise Is. Is It A Man Crying Out In Pain? A Woman's Scream Of Terror? A Gunshot? A Baby Crying? And The Professor Shakes His Head And Says, 'no, The Scariest Noise Is, You're All Alone In Your Dark House, You Know You're All Alone, You Know That There Is No Chance Anyone Else Is Home Or Within Miles—and Then, Suddenly, From Upstairs, You Hear The Toilet Flush.

I'm A Little Bit Of A Control Freak.

The Book I Always Say That Influenced Me, Subconsciously, Because At The Time I Didn't Know I Wanted To Be A Writer, Was William Goldman's 'marathon Man.' That Was The First Adult Thriller That I Loved. I Read It When I Was 15 Or So, When My Father Gave It To Me.