Joe lay with his head on his arm. His hand, he realized, was holding a limp, wilted dick. Jesus, he thought. Jesus. This was exactly the problem. What was it with him? He was the type of guy to go out and try to sell vacuum cleaners and end up eating twenty fucking pieces of pumpkin fucking pie. Jesus.
March 22, 2012
It’s the fucking around that takes so long.
I have trouble talking about books because to me it feels like narcissistic display. I’m reading this great book because I’m so great. Now, that’s not what people really mean when they talk about books, but it makes it difficult for me. “What is a book you wished you had read earlier?” A book I had read earlier in order to do what?
November 1, 2011
Tutor! Donate sperm. There are ways to monetize your intelligence that doesn’t do damage to your craft.
October 28, 2011
If I’m trying to work on something, I try to be reading the things that are relevant to that book.
You open the book. Who are these people? What’s going on? Where is it going?