Man May Have Discovered Fire,

Sometimes You Have To Find The Passion. It Comes From The Inside... Everyone Has To Find It For Themselves.

And If You Were Always Spending Your Time Getting Over Your Past, How Were You Supposed To Get On With Your Future?

You Choose The End Of The Summer To Fall In Love With This Guy Because Secretly, You Don’t Want It To Last.

A Glittering Disco Ball Spins From The Ceiling, But The Music Is Something I've Never Heard, Discordant And Haunting And Insistent, The Kind Of Music That Demands You Dance.

I Started Writing About New York As Soon As I Arrived. I Was 19. I Used To Write Short Stories And Send Them Out.