Quotes About Author

I am in the Master of Professional Writing program teaching Humor Writing, Literary and Dramatic.

I don't know which will upset you more," she replied. "Telling you it's nothing but clutter or confessing that I often take it out and play 'I am Boba Fett' when I don't think anyone can see me.

They all stared at the television. Twenty male shapeshifters quietly watching "The Howling.

Smirking, Cella stared at the five males in the elevator before asking the women with her, "Show of hands for anyone else who's had this fantasy before." He wasn't exactly surprised when all those hands went up.

Jealousy over some big, dumb bear flew out the window as he stared at Ronnie. "You…you were banned from Norway? The country?

Now let's go into this pharmacy and get you some god-damn tampons. My treat!

We told you about our first time," Phil coaxed. "You didn't tell me anything. I was there. In a sleeping bag across the room desperately trying to mind my own business. But you, sir, are a screamer.

Exactly! What kind of plumber has pristine nails?" "A smart one.

Didn't have much choice. Couldn't handle the whining." "She whines?" "Not her, but a teacup poodle." "Canines have teacup poodle shifters now?

He growled. Really, how attached could Smitty be to his sister? Would he really notice if Mace killed her?

Here, baby. Here's a towel." She reached back, unable to face the man, and grasped the towel he handed her. Of course, it was a dish towel and not much good.

Miki took her hands away from her ears. "Yup. I'm a very good girl." Craig grimaced. "Don't say that." "Why?" "Because to guys it just means you swallow.

Ulrich Van Holtz continued to read the latest tome on world economics, pretending to be bored, but in truth absolutely fascinated!

Mister?" she snapped. "Paddington?" he shot back.

You're trying to make me crazy, aren't you?" "Not at all." Sara put her bowl down. "I'm just saying there could be bunny shifters." "THERE ARE NO BUNNY SHIFTERS!" Shaking her head she accused, "You're a bunny bigot." Zach threw his spoon back in the near-empty bowl. "And there is no such thing as bunny bigots." "Bunny bigot," she accused again.

It was informational. About how to perform oral sex on men. You know, one man teaching another. It was really fascinating and I've always wondered about the techniques he discussed—ow. Ow! You're squeezing a little hard, Van Holtz." . . . "Well, if you're willing to be my test subject—ack!

He didn't expect that question to send her tripping over her own two feet and flying into the bookstore's erotica section he'd followed her to. Luckily he had fast hands and caught her before her head could make contact with the Kama Sutra.

No. Not for saving my life. Besides, that's in your canine DNA. Like a St. Bernard." "A whirlwind of deadly blows," she reminded him.

Now can I go in and kill everybody?" Max asked. "No." "You and your half-canine morals. It does nothing but get in the way." "I know you're working hard to be a sociopath, but stop it." "Sociopath is in the eye of the—" "—forensic psychologist working for the prosecution?

[I spent] much of my time reminding Matt Groening that I really need to be a head in a jar on Futurama.

I didn't like people rewriting my dialogue. I didn't like the fact that we'd start a comic with the Joker, and by the time we inked it, he would have turned into the Scarecrow.

I read 'Time', 'Newsweek' and 'The Economist'.

If I can find the time to do it, I'll probably become a yoga teacher.

I read all the time. Sometimes I get asked if I've thought about writing a novel.