Normal people have sex lives of their own to worry about.
You kind of create your own moral universe. It’s like, well, I like myself. If other people don’t like me, then whatever. I’m out of here.
If you want to do what you want to do, you have to look a certain way.
New York is where you go to catch a big fish.
I always regarded people who want fame with a lot of suspicion. Unless you have a product to sell, I don’t know why anyone would want to be famous. I can’t imagine what need that would fill.
If you don’t like or care about your job, what’s the big deal?
If you don’t like or care about your job, what’s the big deal? I am so over it.
They’ll totally hire me if I say I got fired from my job on the Hill because of a sex scandal.
I don’t want the IRS banging down my door.
It’s amazing to me that people have any interest in such a low-level sex scandal. If I were sleeping with a congressman, maybe, but I’m a nobody and the people I’m writing about are nobodies.
In real life, people are constantly saying one thing and doing another, but if you write your characters that way, the story becomes too hard to follow.
If you’re still in a bar when the lights go on, you are a loser.
There’s no point in living in an alternate reality.
Some people with blogs are never going to get famous, and they’ve been doing it for, like, over a year. I feel bad for them.
Everyone should have a blog. It’s the most democratic thing ever.