Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less." (James Frey, pg.88)

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.

Being a writer now is about so much more than writing. There's publishing, touring, marketing, web presence.

They had dreams but they called them dreams because they were unrelated to reality, they were a distant unknown, an impossibility, they would never come true.

That's what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time - is they've figured out new ways of telling the same stories.

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

She feels and she cries. It is to be admired.