She looks like someone I want to know, or maybe even be.
It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.
Everybody sounds stoned, because they're e-mailing people the whole time they're talking to you.
The bottom line is that I like my first drafts to be blind, unconscious, messy efforts; that's what gets me the best material.
Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection.
We live in a moment and a culture when reading is really endangered. There's simply no way to write well, though, if you're not reading well.