Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 7, 1964
... her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as ex….
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..
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 sh….
Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by. Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp….
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….
I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how y….
Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it..
I convinced myself I hadn't seen anything, ... I had done this many times before ... I was adept at erasing reality..
And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention.
I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF..
I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting..
It's the rare book that's able to transport you in a way that a movie does..
Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and….
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….
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine..
My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing.
I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Pastels since I'm positive we won't get seated but the table is good, and relief that is almost ti….
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've been accused of being very vain about my apathy..
I have no problems or issues with screenwriting in general..
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….