(b. circa 1970– )
US writer
David Benioff
Talent must be a fanatical mistress. She’s beautiful; when you’re with her, people watch you, they notice. But she bangs on your door at odd hours, and she disappears for long stretches, and she has no patience for the rest of your existence: your wife, your children, your friends. She is the most thrilling evening of your week, but some day she will leave you for good. One night, after she’s been gone for years, you will see her on the arms of a younger man, and she will pretend not to recognize you.
City of Thieves (New York: Penguin, 2008), 162.