Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!

I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.

Most of the girls my age, or even younger, have babies. They appear way too young to be married, till you look in their eyes. Then you'll see it. Their eyes look happy and sad at the same time, but unexcited by anything, shifting easily off to the side as if they've already seen most of what there is. Married eyes.

Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.

I've never gotten over high school, to the extent that I'm still a little surprised that my friends want to hang out with me.

Pay attention to your passions. They are the key to starting and finishing the book you are meant to write. I don't believe in talent. I believe in passion.

Our childhood had passed over into history overnight. The transition was unnoticed by anyone but ourselves.