He tells me I look as if I could use a hugand i laugh at him and he ignores me and steps forward and puts his arms around me and hugs me. I warm at the simple pleasure of human contact and for the first time in a long time i actually feel good." (James Frey, pg.38)

Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?

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

It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep

I look at pastries and cakes, tarts and pies. My body craves sugar, always craves sugar. Years of alcohalism and the high level of sugar in alcohal created the craving, which I feed with candy and soda.

I'm writing books. They're still a mix of fact and fiction and will continue to be. I think it's an interesting place to work.

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.