He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.

Everything a writer learns about the art or craft of fiction takes just a little away from his need or desire to write at all. In the end he knows all the tricks and has nothing to say.

The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back.

Technique alone is never enough. You have to have passion. Technique alone is just an embroidered potholder.

He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.

Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

I do a great deal of research, especially in the apartments of tall blondes.