You know, sometimes I wonder... Well, if I hadn't been Fox Books, and you hadn't been…The Shop Around the Corner, and you and I had just…oh, met… I would have asked for your number. And I…wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, "Hey, how about…oh, how about some coffee, or, you know, drinks, or dinner, or a movie…for as long as we both shall live?" And you and I would never have been at war. And the only thing we’d fight about would be which video to rent on a Saturday night. (...) Well, let me ask you something. … How can you forgive this guy for standing you up and not forgive me for this tiny little thing…mm, putting you out of business? Oh how I wish you would.

Now, I concede I bring out the worst in you. But let me just help you to not say something you're just gonna torture yourself about for years…to come. … I hope you feel better soon. It would be a shame to miss New York in the spring.

I came home tonight and got into the elevator to go to my apartment. An hour later, I got out of the elevator and Brinkley and I moved out. Suddenly everything had become clear. It's a long story. Full of the personal details we avoid so carefully. Let me just say, there was a man sitting in the elevator with me who knew exactly what he wanted. And I found myself wishing…I were as lucky as he.

¿Alguna vez has sentido que te conviertes en la peor versión de ti misma? ¿Que una caja de Pandora con todas las partes odiosas, (tu arrogancia, tu maldad, tu condescendencia) ha sido abierta? Alguien te provoca y en vez de sonreír y seguir adelante, les dices en un silbido: "Hola, soy el Señor Odioso". Estoy seguro de que no tienes idea de lo que estoy hablando.
No sería maravilloso que yo pudiera pasarte todos mis silbidos y entonces nunca más me comportaria mal y tu si... ¡Todo el tiempo! ¡Y ambos seriamos felices! Pero, pensandolo bien, debo advertirte que cuando obtienes el placer de decir lo que realmente querias decir en el momento en que debias decirlo... el remordimiento es inevitable....


Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s box of all the secret, hateful parts, your arrogance, your spite, your condescension, has sprung open? Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, ya zing them. “Hello, it’s Mr. Nasty.” I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you, and then I would never behave badly, and you could behave badly…all the time! And we’d both be happy! But then, on the other hand, I must warn you, that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it…remorse inevitably follows. …