It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is.

My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won't let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.