You're A Writer. Make It Up.

That's Our Plan? We're Going To Walk Fifty Kilometers, Right Past The Germans, To A Poultry Collective That Maybe Didn't Get Burned Down, Grab A Dozen Eggs, And Come Home?" "well, Anything Would Sound Ridiculous If Said It In That Tone Of Voice." "tone Of....i'm Asking You A Question!

I've Never Flown A Kite.

And I Didn't Grow Up Wanting To Be A Director. I Grew Up Wanting To Be A Writer, So For Me, That Was Always The Goal - To Be A Novelist, Not A Screenwriter. And I Think, Again, If I Didn't Have The Novels, Maybe I'd Be Much More Frustrated By Not Having Directed Yet.

Contrary To Popular Belief, The Experience Of Terror Does Not Make You Braver. Perhaps Though, It Is Easier To Hide Your Fear When You're Afraid All The Time.

She Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips. He Mouth Was Cold, Her Lips Rough From The Winter Wind, And If The Mystics Are Right And We Are Doomed To Repeat Our Squalid Lives Ad Infinitum, At Least I Will Always Return To That Kiss