I've put an umbrella in my mouth and opened it. I sat in a lemon-meringue pie. I've done terrible things to my dog with a fork.
Steve MartinYeah, well, we're all writers, aren't we? He's a writer that hasn't been published, and I'm a writer who hasn't written anything.
Steve MartinShe looked down again and I was stymied. I sat. Oh, this was enough to make me love her, because I was right with her, understanding every second and longing to step in. I didnโt even need to know the specific that was troubling her, because to me her halting voice easily stood for the general woe that hangs in the air, even on lifeโs happiest days.
Steve Martin