Not having any real direction, one writer would lead me to another.

I don't even like to sleep - I feel as if there's too much to do.

For April Fools Day, someone played a really cruel joke on me. They stole ALL my mirrors and I had to go hours without seeing myself. I mean, I couldn’t even do my daily affirmations. What kind of world is this? I tell you, it’s artists like myself that really suffer.

"The Wolfpack" is a real life clash of life and fiction and the saving power of brotherhood and make-believe.

We fell in love last night. He's the coolest guy.

They say living well is the best revenge but sometimes writing well is even better.

I've decided I can't really control people's perceptions of me. All I can do is decide on what I work on and how hard I work on it.