Frankly I'm fairly boring or fairly busy. Between writing and family, I have little time for anything else.

I once worked as a tour guide in the Costa del Sol of Spain.

I pretty much only wear Lilly Pulitzer ties because my best friend owns the company.

Genius is a curse. That's how I look at it. Some think that the brilliant comprehend the universe in a way the rest of us can't. They see the world how it truly is—and that reality is so horrible the lose their minds. Clarity leads to insanity.

That’s the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

Myron reached for the phone and dialed Win's number. After the eighth ring he began to hang up when a weak, distant voice coughed. "Hello?" Win?" Yeah." You okay?" Hello?" Win?" Yeah." What took you so long to answer the phone?" Hello?" Win?" Who is this?" Myron." Myron Bolitar?" How many other Myrons do you know?" Myron Bolitar?" No, Myron Rockefeller." Something's wrong," Win said. What?" Terribly wrong." What are you talking about?" Some asshole is calling me at seven in the morning pretending to be my best friend." Sorry, I forgot the time.