In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

You're just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations