You're sad-looking," she said. "My grandson used to be such a happy boy. He used to write me stories. I remember the first story he ever wrote me, 'Once upon a time, there was a boy.' And that became 'Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to fly.' And they kept getting better and better over time. I never found out if the boy got to fly." I gave her a small smile. If only she knew the boy's wings had been clipped.

You've got to show the world who you are before it tells you. Otherwise you become victim to someone you're not.

Cast parties are a lot of fun!

...because a life without meaning, without drive or focus, without dreams or goals, isn't a life worth living.

When one thing takes another away, what do we call that?” she asked my class. “Homicide!” I called out

To be famous is to stand on a pedestal and give the world permission to tell you all your flaws.

Woo! It's so cold, I think we may be twin sisters now," he said through rattling teeth.