I Wasn't Acting On Passion.

I Think My Sensibility Is Very Literary; All My Books Were Built As Books, And I Wasn't Thinking About Them Being Movies.

Yes. Yes I Am. I Am A Completely Demented Misogynist.

I Am Gripped By An Existential Panic.

Hello, Halberstam," Owen Says, Walking By. Hello, Owen," I Say, Admiring The Way He's Styled And Slicked Back His Hair, With A Part So Even And Sharp It... Devastates Me And I Make A Mental Note To Ask Him Where He Purchases His Hair-care Products, Which Kind Of Mousse He Uses, My Final Guesses After Mulling Over The Possibilities Being Ten-x.

You Really Write The Books You Want To Write. You Can't Take Into Consideration Anything That Anybody Has Said About You In The Past, Or What They'll Say About You In The Future.