The feeling of arms around me, of love in my heart, it was more powerful than any of the negativity I knew was existing in the world for me. That feeling of love killed it all.

When I was a screenwriter, I was doing it for mercenary reasons.

Ive never had any interest at all in being a journalist or writing some sort of historically accurate autobiography.

Live and let live, do not judge, take life as it comes and deal with it, everything will be okay.

I stand, walk over to him, sit down on his bed, put my arms around him, hug him. He hugs me back strong and I can feel the shame coming through his arms. I am a Criminal and he is a Judge and I am white and he is black, but at this moment none of that matters. He is a man who needs a friends and I can be his friend.

The past doesn't matter. People cling to it because it allows them to ignore the present.

There is, though, nothing that prepares us for the worst things in our life. There is nothing you can do to stop the shock, or buffer the pain.