I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

But in that moment when my brother took the field, all that washed away, and everyone was proud... I looked up at my dad, and he was smiling. I looked at my mom, and she was smiling even though she was nervous about my brother getting hurt, which was strange because it was a VCR tape of an old game, and she knew he didn't get hurt.

They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

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.

I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.