I Kept A Diary As

Having The Freedom To Read And The Freedom To Choose Is One Of The Best Gifts My Parents Ever Gave Me.

I Didn't Know I Was Really A Writer Until I Read It In The New York Times. And Then I Thought, "oh My God, Maybe I Can Really Do This". That Was A Review Of "margaret."

I Have Like Two Dreams A Week That I Have To Write A Paper That I'm Late With Or That I've Gone Back To High School And Have To Do That In Addition To My Current Job.

That's Good When You Don't Know What You're Doing. But You're Doing It And It's Spontaneous And You're Not Afraid.

I Can't Let Safety And Security Become The Focus Of My Life.