I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.

I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

You knew me. You knew that person, but you don't know the person I'm trying to become... You are not your past!

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.