Baby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.

I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.

Yes. Yes I am. I am a completely demented misogynist.

Writing fiction is an act of imagination and fantasizing, and it's not relating in prose what you've been doing for the last two or three years.

I have no problems or issues with screenwriting in general.

And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst

I went to college in Vermont, and then stayed in the East Coast.