At seventeen I'm waiting for my life to actually begin. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow eighty years old and I WILL STILL BE WAITING.

There are two kinds of secrets: those we keep from others and those we hide from ourselves.

At seventeen I'm waiting for my life to actually begin. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow eighty years old and I WILL STILL BE WAITING.

Stop lying. There isn't enough time left.

Secrets can take many forms. They can be shocking or silly or soulful. They can connect us with our deepest humanity, or with people we'll never meet again.

The more I look back on my life, the more I see miracles.

I needed to recognize those secrets I was keeping from myself- secrets I had buried long ago. I needed Post Secret just as much as the other people who were mailing me their secrets.