"I can't write. I can't make up stories, or witty lines. I can't make up funny jokes or melancholic tales. I just can't."
"Bullshit, you don't think any of that. You wouldn't be writing this if you really thought so. You just need attention, don't you?"
"I can vent and complain as I wish, can't I? Besides, you seem pretty conceited yourself, pretending to see through another. I can't write books and you can't read people, what a pair!"
"Glad you found something to write about, asshole."