a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff

And the question is, which one is really "you.

Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.

They were snobs or idiots or both...yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.

I'm always happy," Sasha said. "Sometimes I just forget.

The bottom line is that I like my first drafts to be blind, unconscious, messy efforts; that's what gets me the best material.

I think, The world is actually huge. That's the part no one can really explain.