A writer at the peak of his literary success discovers the steep price he must pay for stealing another man's work.

The Old Man: We all make our choices in life, the hard thing to do is live with them.
Clay Hammond: At some point, you have to choose between life and fiction. The two are very close, but they never actually touch.
Mr. Jansen: Another part of being a man, no matter how painful it might be, is accepting your own limitations.
Rory Jansen: I'm not who I thought I was, okay? I'm not. And I'm terrified that I never will be.
The Old Man: He should've been somebody everyone knows.
Rory Jansen: Yeah... but what happened?
The Old Man: Life.
Clay Hammond: He loved her. He loved New York. But at night, when the city was finally quiet, he wrote.
The Old Man: He found out sometime later that what she'd actually said was: "Pay your check and get the hell out of here". But who is he to question fate?
Daniella: I'm young, spoiled, impetuous and American. Humor me.