My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie

I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should’ve said.

I do so much revising as I go along; I wonder how I could write books if I hadn't grown up in the computer age. I think I'd be a very different writer. I find myself cutting and pasting, changing things around and deleting whole paragraphs constantly.

This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything -- a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness -- only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

You don't have to agree with me, but I think the heart of who we are stays pretty much the same," Hope said, "What changes is how those core traits manifest themselves over time.

That's what all love comes down to, doesn't it? We help others only as much as they let us.