But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.

Because maybe, the best of times were yet to come. You never knew.

But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

Editing is hard but nowhere NEAR as tough as facing that blank page and blinking cursor each day. You're all alone and no one else can do it. At least with editing you have someone in the trench with you.

It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

"I don't know," I said. "What else did you do for your first eighteen years?" "Like I said," he said as I unlocked the car, "I'm not so sure that you should go by my example." "Why not?" "Because I have my regrets," he said. "Also, I'm a guy. And guys do different stuff." "Like ride bikes?" I said. "No," he replied. "Like have food fights. And break stuff. And set off firecrackers on people's front porches. And..." "Girls can't set off firecrackers on people's front porches?" "They can," he said... "But they're smart enough not to. That's the difference."