Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.

With six weeks' worth of recuperation time, you'll also be able to see any glaring holes in the plot or character development. And listen--if you spot a few of these big holes, you are forbidden to feel depressed about them or to beat up on yourself. Screw-ups happen to the best of us.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

Working on a new idea is kind of like getting married. Then a new idea comes along and you think, 'Man, I'd really like to go out with her.' But you can't. At least not until the old idea is finished.

At the time we’re stuck in it, like hostages locked in a Turkish bath, high school seems the most serious business in the world to just about all of us. It’s not until the second or third class reunion that we start realizing how absurd the whole thing was.

Why does everyone think that I am a cruel and insensitive man? I mean, come on, I have kids... on my desk in little jars!