“I'm sitting in my office trying to squeeze a story from my head. It is that kind of morning when you feel like melting the typewriter into a bar of steel and clubbing yourself to death with it. (“Advance Notice”)”
“Nothing is more frustrating than sitting in an office amid typewriters and mimeographers when you know what deus ex machina means.”
“...advancing through my schedule without volition, feeling more and more like the graphical lozenge on a media player's progress bar.”
“Do you... feel anything around me?""Other than what I felt this morning when I saw how good you looked in those jeans?""Daemon." I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in my that screamed, HE NOTICED ME! "I'm being serious.”
“The building is a ginormous 175-story office building that juts into the sky like a glass and steel erection.”
“I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.”