There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.

I love television. I think we're in a renaissance of epic proportion in television now.

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.

I was not going to use writing for advertising or journalism. I would tend bar, load trucks, chauffeur - do whatever it took. But from the moment I took my first writing workshop, I was a writer.

We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together.

I sort of play golf because a lot of my friends are into it, but I'm awful - my handicap is about six or seven thousand.

Chuck said, “Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” Cawley looked over at him. “I’ll bite. How many?” “Fish,” Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.