What I Suddenly Understand My job is to make people uncomfortable. + I will do it all my life. ---> My mother, Sasha Blake, is my first victim.

I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

I’m sorry and I believe in you and I’ll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I’ll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life.

Be willing and unafraid to write badly, because often the bad stuff...forms a base on which to build something better.

This is the music business. 'Five years is five hundred years' - your words.

a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff

They were snobs or idiots or both...yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.