I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

Now that's an Okay that really means Okay, not that Okay that women use that means everything but Okay.

Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

If I let you get killed, the other body guards will make fun of me.