I Totally Relate To Tom

He Was Simply Someone Who Floated Through Our Lives And Didn't Seem To Care How Flatly He Perceived Everyone Or That He'd Shared Our Secret Failures With The World, Showcasing The Youthful Indifference, The Gleaming Nihilism, Glamorizing The Horror Of It All.

Writing Fiction Is An Act Of Imagination And Fantasizing, And It's Not Relating In Prose What You've Been Doing For The Last Two Or Three Years.

A Curtain Of Stars, Miles Of Them, Are Scattered, Glowing, Across The Sky And Their Multitude Humbles Me, Which I Have A Hard Time Tolerating. She Shrugs And Nods After I Say Something About Forms Of Anxiety. It's As If Her Mind Is Having A Hard Time Communicating With Her Mouth, As If She Is Searching For A Rational Analysis Of Who I Am, Which Is, Of Course, An Impossibility: There... Is... No... Key.

Completely Committed To Adapting 'fifty Shades Of Grey'. This Is Not A Joke. Christian Grey And Ana: Potentially Great Cinematic Characters.

Every Book For Me Is An Exorcism In Some Way Or Another, Working Through My Feelings At The Time.