“Give me coffee! I'm going to write!”

“To begin... To begin... How to start? I'm hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. Okay, so I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana-nut. That's a good muffin.”

“I'm not going to give you a hard time. I'm just going to love you whether you want me to or not.”

“Laya! I'm going to give you my baby. You hear me?”

“keep looking at me like that," he warned, leaning casually into the counter and sipping his coffee. "see what happens.""i'm going to lose my job over you.""i'd give you another one."i snorted. "as what? your sex slave?""what a provocative suggestion. let's discuss.”

“I'm not a big fan of inspiration. I'm too old to sit and wait for the muse to give me a little kiss... I write a lot, and I'm not afraid to make mistakes or to write badly. I can alsways fix something weak and dull. But I can't fix a blank page.”