Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.

You do not write a novel for praise, or thinking of your audience. You write for yourself; you work out between you and your pen the things that intrigue you

Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.

Eventually everyone has to hit the dark side of life - Someone doesn't like you, someone doesn't like your work, someone doesn't love you back... people die. What we have is a generation who are super-confident and super-positive about things, but when the least bit of darkness enters their lives, they're paralyzed.

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.