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I Am Essentially Optimistic. Being Alive Is Incredible. Life Is Extraordinary And Beautiful. It Can Be Hard And Sad And Terrifying, But It's All We've Got.

Ive Never Had Any Interest At All In Being A Journalist Or Writing Some Sort Of Historically Accurate Autobiography.

More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Be Close To Someone. More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Feel As If I Wasn't Alone.

What Someone Calls My Books Is Irrelevant To Me. I Consider Them Works Of Art And Rules And Categories And Labels Mean Nothing.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.