Screenwriting is an opportunity to fly first class, be treated like a celebrity, sit around the pool and be betrayed.

She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance.

The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.

Dying in unfamiliar surroundings miles away from home, it cannot possibly be good. There is a great sadness about that I think.

The evasions of her little novel were exactly those of her life. Everything she did not wish to confront was also missing from her novella--and was necessary to it.

Narrative tension is primarily about withholding information.

...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen.