Writing can be described in two verbs: Throw up and clean up.

Why would you clone people when you can go to bed with them and make a baby? C'mon, it's stupid.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

I was partially raised by an aunt who was a dress designer, so I was around her studio all of my early life. I know materials. I can look through Harper's Bazaar and decide what works and what doesn't, or any other magazine, Seventeen if you wish.

Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.

I'm not a serious person, and I don't like serious people.