"What are you reading?"
"City on Fire."
"Yeah? What's it about?"
"It's about 300 pages too long."
"An artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy."
"You ever see that TV movie about the clown in the sewer?"
Must be nice to be so influential you can plausibly allude to your own work in a book.
Spotted in the car on the way to the grocery store. A friend must've returned it to my wife after a long loan period. Still one of the most devastating books I've ever read. I wouldn't survive the movie.