I wasn’t sure exactly how prostitutes determined price, but if men bought hookers by the pound, these two would be doing okay.
The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don’t really know what it’s about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decided it’s good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s love and what’s only indigestion.
I wasnt always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom.
Respect and love your readers. Write for the reader.
He rooted for the Mets, he wore Foot of the Loom underwear, and he drove a Buick. His loyalties were carved in stone and he wasn’t about to be impressed with some upstart of a toaster salesman who drove a Bonneville.
Everyone knows that if you buy chocolate with spare change, then the calories don’t count.
He asked me if I had adequate health insurance.
I checked my phone messages. Three in all. The first was from Joe. “Hey, Cupcake.” That was it. That was the whole message. The second was from Ranger. “Yo.” Ranger made Joe look like a chatterbox.
Ranger declined the butterscotch pudding, not wanting to disrupt the consistency of his blood sugar level. I had two puddings and coffee, choosing to keep my pancreas at peak performance. Use it or lose it is my philosophy.
I guessed my mother figured if my father got right down to the task of eating he wouldn’t be so inclined to jump up and strangle my grandmother.
Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes. I fit into the last category. So sue me.
Everyone knew fear. It was the reaction that made the difference. Some people hated fear and avoided the experience. Some people endured it as a necessity. And some people became addicted to the rush.
When people ask what you do, tell them you’re a writer. Put yourself on the line. Make a commitment.
I don’t want my readers slowed down by long passages of narrative.
I take in a lot of stuff from real life, movies, television, news and it all gets mixed in my head and somehow turns into a story idea.
Truth is, I’m a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.
If I gave you a pity position it wouldn’t be in my office.
And when I was in the trunk, I saw Jesus. And the Virgin Mary. And Ozzy Osbourne.
Sweetie, nothing that flies looks safe, including birds.