And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

Writing screenplays is incredibly hard. I can't call it joy. Writing Novels? Joy. Directing? Joy. Writing Screenplays? That's where you pay all your dues.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

I was in the shopping mall because that's where I go lately. For the last couple of weeks, I've been going there every day, trying to figure out why people go there. It's kind of a personal project.