When I was a kid, I got in trouble for lying a lot, and I had a teacher say, instead of lying, write it down, because if you write it down, it's not a lie anymore; it's fiction.

Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?

I always say I write because I have lots of questions, not because I have any answers.

You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D

I'm still afraid. I'm still afraid every day.

You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that the cement is all hard. What you gonna do then?

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.