Being An Unpublished Novelist Has

For The Most Profound Experiences In Our Lives And In The World Words Are Worth Nothing. Can You Describe Love Or Death Can You Describe What It Really Feels Like The First Time You See Your Child Or The First Time Your Heart Gets Broken You Can Try...but It Won't Come Close To Describing What It Really Was Or What It Really Felt Like.

I Say To Myself If You Believe Deeply In Your Heart You Must Defy, And If You Are Willing To Pay For Your Defiance, You Must Always Do It, Even Though The Pain May Be Much. Too Many Times In Our Lives We Do Not Do It, And We Pay Even More.

But Love Is Different For Every Person. For Some It's Hate, For Some It's Joy, For Some It's Fear, For Some It's Jealousy, For Some It's Torture, For Some It's Peace. For Some It's Everything.

I Think, Living In America, We're So Bombarded With God All The Time That In Certain Ways I'm Making Statements Against That Bombardment, You Know? I Think It's Crazy. I Mean, I Don't Believe In God. I Don't Believe In Anything. But I Still Think About It. And I Still Write About It.

It Started When She Passed Me A Note In English Class. The Note Said You Don't Seem As Awful As I Hear You Are. I Passed One Back That Read: Beware I Am As Awful As People Say And Worse. She Laughed And I Had A Friend. She Didn't Become My Ally And I Didn't Ask Her To Or Want Her To But She Became My Friend And That Was More Than Anyone Else Was Willing To Do.