In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

I'm a writer. I don't support any war. That's my principle.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music

I collect records. And cats. I don't have any cats right now. But if I'm taking a walk and I see a cat, I'm happy.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.