Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.

I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No... one... would... care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

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.

The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.

People can get accustomed to anything, right? Habit does things to people.

I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.

No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.