I don’t discount a magical hand of fate. I am an actor, after all, and a Shakespearian, no less. But it can’t be the ruling force of your life. You have to be the driver.

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

Anything can happen in one day.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

Travelling's not something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.

he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.