turns me on so loud it's like no sound, everybody yelling at me hands over their ears from behind a glass wall, faces working around in talk circles but no sound from the mouths. my sound soaks up all other sound.

I felt like you can write forever, but you have a short time to raise a family. And I think a family is a lot more important than writing.

I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.

The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.

But, gee," the other nurse says, "what on earth would MAKE a man want to do something like disrupt the ward for, Miss Ratched? What possible motive...?""You seem to forget, MISS Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.

The trouble with super heroes is what to do between phone booths.