She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.

Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.

I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is 'Disappear Here' and even though it’s probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave the light.

Hope E.L .James doesn't think I'm being a prankster. I really want to adapt her novels for the screen. Christian Grey is a writer's dream.

I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.