Writing a novel without being asked seems a bit like having a baby when you have nowhere to live. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Immie put on her sunglasses. “Forrest’s writing a novel.” “What kind of novel?” asked Jule. “A little Samuel Beckett meets Hunter S. Thompson,” said Forrest. “And I’m a big fan of Pynchon, so he’s an influence.” — E. Lockhart Copy Share Image
