If rejections were cash, I'd be rich

I am so over you, Rejection. You can't get to me like that anymore. I won't let you squash my hopes and dreams. (Slams door) So there!

Trying to get an agent is like standing in line to be picked for kickball. Pick me! Pick me! ...Dang, last again.

What kind of work do you do,” I asked.“Promise you won’t laugh?”“Promise.”“I’m a proctologist.”I couldn’t help it. I laughed a little. “An ass doctor?

Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Gina. You were my dream. You’ve always been my dream. Don’t you see? You were always more important to me than baseball – than anything.

The sight washed over me like a damn wave that you never see coming until it’s too late and you’re face down eating sand.

One day comes after another and another and pretty soon you realize that yesterday was pretty damn long ago and that everything you had hoped for is never going to happen. You can’t control it any more than you can control that big wave from getting stronger before it nails you. All you can do is prepare and hope that when it hits, you’ll survive.

I was just thinking that he might be willing. It’s not like he needs his semen.

Yes, I prosecute bastards like him, make them pay for what they did to innocent victims who can’t fight for themselves. And every time I win a case, I not only win for the victim, but also for me.

You deserve good sperm. You’ve waited a long time.