I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.

You'll have days of complete lack of faith in your abilities. But you have to keep coming back. That's when you know you're a writer - when you take the failures and appear at the desk again, over and over again.

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.