sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2011

" You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?


So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, 'Where the fuck were you?' "

quarta-feira, 13 de abril de 2011


"A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think..."