Yeah, well, asparagus is good for me, but it still makes me want to throw up.

In my office in Florida I have, I think, 30 manuscript piles around the room. Some are screenplays or comic books or graphic novels. Some are almost done. Some I'm rewriting. If I'm working with a co-writer, they'll usually write the first draft. And then I write subsequent drafts.

This is not a democracy," I said, understanding he fear but unable to do anything about it. "It's a Maxocracy.

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished.

I love to tell stories. It's a delight for me.

Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.” His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. “Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.