After a while you learn that everything stops.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

No one ever likes the right person.

Women aren't very bright," Rip says. "Studies have been done.

And," Price adds, smiling, "if another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of our table we are going to set the maitre d' on fire. So you know, warn him.

I'm not a big believer in disciplined writers. What does discipline mean? The writer who forces himself to sit down and write for seven hours every day might be wasting those seven hours if he's not in the mood and doesn't feel the juice. I don't think discipline equals creativity.