Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.

You can't base your life on the past or the present. You have to tell me about your future.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

There's an old saying: 'No piece of writing is ever finished, it's just abandoned.' But my own rule is: No piece of work is done until you want to kill everyone involved in the publishing process, especially yourself.

If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.