Look, that homeless guy is sleeping on my face. New York really is where dreams come true.

This is a bond nothing can ever loosen. What I have lost: what I possess forever.

I find myself very, very happy to be a weird writer.

How many of us have enough trust, strength, and faith to believe that we could do the impossible?

Those who don’t love themselves as they are rarely love life either.

I'd rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.

This will be my last year, Lord. I have gotten what I can. Thank You.