I knew so little about money I used to sign my check, "Love, Rita. "
Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.
Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.
Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.
Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?
And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?
Love. . . doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people
I've been taking my time now between projects looking for stuff that has a little bit more substance, that isn't surface. Some of the films that I've done in the past really were surface
In Hollywood everything is so documented. If you go for a drink with somebody, it's passed around the world so quickly
Will we be able to imagine a new culture of water?
He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.