I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

There comes a time when the body takes over the life. There comes a time when the body’s urges, the body’s needs, dictate the life. You have no idea you are giving the body the key. But you hand it over. And then it’s in control. You mess with the wiring and the wiring takes charge.

I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.

...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?