I Don't Consider My Work

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

I Didn't Want It To Be This Way." "yes, You Did," She Said, "because It Is." "i Just Want To Be With Someone Normal," He Said. "i Just Want To Have A Normal Life." "excuse Me," She Said. "you're A Little Crazy," He Said. "you're Too Old To Act The Way You Do. You've Got To Grow Up. You've Got To Take Care Of Yourdelf. I'm Afraid For You. You Can't Think That People Are Going To Take Care Of You All The Time.

I Don't Consider My Work A Job. I Consider It A Career. And You Don't Quit A Career.

A Writer Must Be Fearless. A Writer Has To Be Like A Clawed Animal." -the Carrie Diaries Pg. 337

Maybe Mistakes Are What Make Our Fate... Without Them What Would Shape Our Lives? Maybe If We Had Never Veered Off Course We Wouldn't Fall In Love, Have Babies, Or Be Who We Are. After All, Things Change, So Do Cities, People Come Into Your Life And They Go. But It's Comforting To Know That The Ones You Love Are Always In Your Heart... And If You're Very Lucky, A Plane Ride Away