I've Been Accused Of Being Very Vain

I Want To Take You Away From This," I Say, Motioning Around The Kitchen, Spastic. "from Sushi And Elves And... Stuff.

My Pain Is Constant And Sharp...this Confession Has Meant Nothing

I Really Believe That Readers Are Smart And Sophisticated Enough To Realize That The Author Is Not The Narrator Of His Novels.

I Felt Lethal, On The Verge Of Frenzy. My Nightly Bloodlust Overflowed Into My Days And I Had To Leave The City. My Mask Of Sanity Was A Victim Of Impending Slippage. This Was The Bone Season For Me And I Needed A Vacation.

Regardless Of The Business Aspect Of Things, Is There A Reason That There Isn't A Female Hitchcock Or A Female Scorsese Or A Female Spielberg? I Don't Know. I Think It's A Medium That Really Is Built For The Male Gaze And For A Male Sensibility.