Dude, the place is filling up," I say. "It feels like we're living in the bottom half of an hourglass." Like somehow we're running out of time.

Potassium cyanide," says the talent wrangler as she leans over to pick up a paper napkin off the floor. "Found naturally in the cassava or manioc roots native to Africa, used to tint architectural blueprints in the form of the deep-blue pigment known as Prussian blue. Hence the shade 'cyan' blue.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.

It takes a lot to get people talking in airplanes. But once they start talking, you just can't shut them up.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.