Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 7, 1964
I learned that you really don't have any control as a writer. Waah, waah, waah. Big deal. Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the ….
And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention.
Hope E.L .James doesn't think I'm being a prankster. I really want to adapt her novels for the screen. Christian Grey is a writer's dream..
Writing a novel is not method acting and I find it easy to step out of it at cocktail hour..
It's the rare book that's able to transport you in a way that a movie does..
Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters. Wonder if he's for sale. People are afraid to merge….
No one ever likes the right person..
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgus….
People just... disappear," he says. "The Earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. "Eerie." Kimball yawns,….
My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone..
But... what about us? What about the past?" she asks blankly. "The past isn't real. it's just a dream," I say. "Don't mention the past..
I convinced myself I hadn't seen anything, ... I had done this many times before ... I was adept at erasing reality..
I've been accused of being very vain about my apathy..
The snowy owl has eyes that look just like mine, especially when it widens them. And while I stand there, staring at it, lowering my sunglasses, some….
I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting..
I totally relate to Tom Cruise. He's not crazy, it's just the litany of the mid-life crisis..
I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF..
I have no problems or issues with screenwriting in general..
I went to college in Vermont, and then stayed in the East Coast..
Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever..
I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of im….