What's Right? If You Want

That's How I Became The Damaged Party Boy Who Wandered Through The Wreckage, Blood Streaming From His Nose, Asking Questions That Never Required Answers. That's How I Became The Boy Who Never Understood How Anything Worked. That's How I Became The Boy Who Wouldn't Save A Friend. That's How I Became The Boy Who Couldn't Love The Girl.

Eventually Everyone Has To Hit The Dark Side Of Life - Someone Doesn't Like You, Someone Doesn't Like Your Work, Someone Doesn't Love You Back... People Die. What We Have Is A Generation Who Are Super-confident And Super-positive About Things, But When The Least Bit Of Darkness Enters Their Lives, They're Paralyzed.

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

What Do You Do?' She Asks, Holding Out The Vest. 'what Do You Do?' 'what Do You Do?' She Asks, Her Voice Shaking. 'don't Ask Me, Please. Okay, Clay?' 'why Not?' She Sits On The Mattress After I Get Up. Muriel Screams. 'because... I Don't Know,' She Sighs. I Look At Her And Don't Feel Anything And Walk Out With My Vest.

I Think The Books Are The Books. They Were Conceived As Books. They Weren't Conceived As Movies. When I Write Scripts, That's An Idea And A Situation That I Think Is A Really Good Idea For A Movie. When I'm Writing A Book, I'm Not Thinking, "oh, This Would Be A Great Movie." This Would Be A Very Interesting Book. And I Think The Books Are Things That Cannot Really Be Adapted Into Another Medium.