So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

Writing screenplays is incredibly hard. I can't call it joy. Writing Novels? Joy. Directing? Joy. Writing Screenplays? That's where you pay all your dues.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

And I never felt that good in my life. But I also felt bad because I saw her naked without her permission.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

If you are in a movie theater, you can look two people down and they are laughing while you are laughing or you can look three people down and they love that song that you love. It is living proof that you are not alone.