When I'm writing for Esquire, my conscious thought is, I'm not writing for American Scholar.
“I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn't have a roof. It doesn't rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.”
“The real menace in dealing with a five-year-old is that in no time at all you begin to sound like a five-year-old.”