Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing$$$ and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

Part of growing up is developing a bullshit detector$$$ and kids usually do a pretty fair job of wising each other up.

It is difficult not to write satire.

We are so scared of being judged that we look for every excuse to procrastinate.

One thing that is exciting about fashion is the surprise element. People don't know what they want. They just know when they see it.

If disappointments do come$$$ you will carry on still. You will say$$$ just as he does$$$ I am so lucky.

As a writer$$$ I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened

Sick of it whatever it's called$$$ sick of the names$$$ I dedicate every pore to what's here.

I'd love to give you something$$$ but what would help?