And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read.

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.