Being a star requires risk-taking shoes.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

I'd come here planning to leave as soon as I could. It was a pit stop, not a destination. I had my whole life mapped out." "So what happened?" "I guess that map didn't turn out to be mine after all.

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge