Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

I will never KNOW anyone more important. I will never WRITE anything more important. I will never THINK anything more important. I will never CREATE anything more important. I will never DO anything more important. NOTHING is more important than … Continue reading →

Anybody who thinks that Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great Gatsby” is gonna tank is FAR, FAR off the mark, muthafuckas. In MY house, for the past six weeks or so, it has been NOTHING but Gatsby, Gatsby, Gatsby. I, myself, am … Continue reading →

“The Rules: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets and playwrights included) who have influenced you as a reader, writer, thinker, and person. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. … Continue reading →

Though I, myself, am FAR too OLD and FAT and ANNOYED and HOT and MENOPAUSAL and INCONVENIENCED and NON-RELIGIOUS to wear such garments, I support, to the fucking death, any other broad’s right to do so — and so, apparently, … Continue reading →

So, yesterday, my GENIUS writing partner, Doug Prochilo, and I, had lunch at one of our favorite grub haunts, Casa Vega. Afterward, we both grabbed a hard-chocolate after-lunch mint out of the bowl on the hostess desk and wandered out … Continue reading →

YES. “The writer must be in it; he can’t be to one side of it, ever. He has to be endangered by it. His own attitudes have to be tested in it. The best work that anybody ever writes is … Continue reading →

If, by my age, you don’t know what you bring to the table…first of all, may god help you. Second of all, I fervently hope with ALL my heart that you find out. And third of all, GET THE FUCK … Continue reading →

“Long before there was spirit, or confession, or redemption, or the true quest — there were those hands. They were twisted and sinewy, and whenever I pictured them, decadently bejeweled. Even with a spindly, lipstick-stained cigarette held effortlessly between her … Continue reading →