So when are you going to beat the shit out of Amanda Jones?

In my personal top five as far as movie kisses go. Perhaps only surpassed by Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman's amazing clutches in Notorious – can they really be called kisses? They're like these desperate, closed-mouth leans and yet I love love LOVE them – and the car scene in Roman Holiday. Anyway, this scene never fails to turn me into a puddle of girly goo; I can still remember watching this the first time (and the second, third, fourth...) with Shawn and Chad when we were kids. Then Nana's dog started humping the couch. Also: probably the hottest I've ever found Eric Stoltz, save for The Waterdance.

And this lovely trip down memory lane was directly inspired by romanticalgirl's still awesome article What Makes Sexy?.

She was the still point of the turning world, man.

I need to get the 16th anniversary edition of The Virgin Suicides just for that cover.

Also! Also! He says his new novel is only two to three years away! I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS, CLEARLY.