Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.

One could argue that most of the trouble in the world is caused by introspection.

He has the personality of a child prodigy, but no discernable talent.

(about organizing books in his home library, and putting a book in the "Arts and Lit non-fiction section) I personally find that for domestic purposes, the Trivial Pursuit system works better than Dewey.

Why is failure the first thing I think of when I find myself in this sort of situation? Why can't I just enjoy myself? But if you have to ask the question, then you know you're lost: self-consciousness is a man's worst enemy. Already I'm wondering whether she's as aware of my erection as I am.

But I suspect that all writers come up with premises of some kind, fragments of narrative or scenarios, in the course of a working week.

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.