My recipe for bliss on a Friday night consists of a 'New York Times' crossword puzzle and a new episode of 'Homicide;' Saturdays and Sundays are oriented around walks in the woods with the dog, human companion in tow some of the time but not always.
I write about two hours a day, and I write in fits and spurts - 45 minutes here, a half-hour there - and when I get stuck, which happens often, I take the dogs for a walk. But during the time when I'm not actually writing, I'm thinking.
As a matter of fact, there was a period of time, especially in my first career, when that's the only one who would work out with me: my dogs. As you get better and better working out, there's no one who can keep up with you running.
Letters actually work. Even the top dog himself takes time every day to read 10 letters that are picked out by staff. I can tell you that every official that I've ever worked with will tell you about the letters they get and what they mean.
Michael: Holy shit, you know what those are? Those are sun dogs. It means a blessing on the hunter sent by the Great Wolf to his children. It's an old Indian thing.
[as the Batman wanna-bes attack the drug deal] Scarecrow: That's not him. [Mayhem ensues, with lots of gunfire] The Chechen: Loose the dogs! [after more fighting, the Batmobile crashes into the garage] Scarecrow: That's more like it!
Ed Rooney: [Whistling for the dog with a vase in his hands] Come here doggy! Look what Uncle Ed's got for you, you little fucker!
Wardaddy: Next German you see with a weapon you rake the dog shit outta him, I don't care if it's a baby with a butter knife in one hand and momma's left titty in the other.
Sue Lor: There's a ton of food. Walt Kowalski: Yeah, well just keep your hands off my dog. Sue Lor: No worries, we only eat cats.
Sheriff Dan Shaw: [after the Stranger blows up the hotel and shoots four men] What the hell happened? The Stranger: Somebody left the door open and the wrong dogs came home.
Elastigirl: Settle down, are you kidding? I'm at the top of my game! I'm right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't think so.
Jake Mosby: Buck up, Homer. You're a Coalwood boy! You get down there, get that shovel in your hands, coaldust on your neck, feel just as natural as a tick on a dog.
Mr. Blonde: Hey Joe, you want me to shoot this guy? Mr. White: [laughs] Shit... You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
Mr. Pink: I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way or the other, you're gettin' outta my way.
Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so!
Mr. Pink: I mean everbody panics, everybody, things get tense, it's human nature to panic, I don't care what you name it you just can't help it.
Freddy Newandyke: [asked by Holdaway to describe Joe Cabot] You remember the 'Fantastic Four'? Holdaway: Yeah, with that invisible bitch, 'Flame On!' and that shit? Freddy Newandyke: The Thing; motherfucker looks like The Thing.
Freddy Newandyke: What is this? Holdaway: That's an amusing anecdote about a drug deal. Freddy Newandyke: What? Holdaway: Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a fucking job, man.
[singing in a bar] Tom Hedden, Charlie Venner: Now some men goes for women, and some men goes for boys. But My love's warm and beautiful, and makes a baah-ing noise.
David Sumner: Ok, you've had your fun. I'll give you one more chance, and if you don't clear out now, there'll be real trouble. I mean it.
Slinky Dog: [the toys are climbing up an elevator shaft. Some coins fall out of Hamm's stomach opening and hit Slinky in the face] Pork bellies are falling.
