Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

I work until beer o'clock.

I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.

Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.

Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want. Anything at all .... as long as you tell the truth.

I think there ought to be some serious discussion by smart people, really smart people, about whether or not proliferation of things like The Smoking Gun and TMZ and YouTube and the whole celebrity culture is healthy.

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.