A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)
I'm all done with hating you. It's all washed out of me. I hate people hard, but I don't hate them very long.
One would think a writer would be happy here — if a writer is ever happy anywhere.
If you don't leave, I'll get somebody who will.
I do a great deal of research, especially in the apartments of tall blondes.
The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.