Your own experience keeps taking you towards something. My book adds the hope that it's a better something.

It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

I like to think of myself as a New Yorker, which is pathetic.

I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.

I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.

I don't want to lose my name because that's how I know myself. There is a legacy here.