I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.

I usually plan to read a book for a half-hour before bed, but then I end up staying awake until 3 A.M. to finish it. Fortunately, my dog doesn't mind when I keep the bedside lamp on.

I look at you because I can't look away.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a lover not a fighter.

But you're the hardest thing I've ever done, and you're also the best. So... I think that's the moral of the story here. Anything worth having is worth fighting for.

If im lucky, i will never have to see you again. Because if i do, that means we are at war, and id have to hurt you