I would never tell myself, you have to write 20 pages today or something. But I do try to show up. Read what I wrote, fix things.

If a news camera shows up, people will line up, they want to be seen. But at the same time they want both to be chosen and not singled out. I think that is an endless struggle within most.

I'd like to think of my self as not melancholic at all, I think I'm a pretty cheerful person, really.

They never discussed it, but both came to understand it as a promise: he would always make sure there was a place for her. She would always be able to say, Someone is coming. I am not alone.

Being asked, "Where are you REALLY from?" It makes one feel OTHERED.

After a while, the fear became a habit, too.

You don't feel like smiling? Then what? Force yourself to smile. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy.