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

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what this is.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.

That was always my hope that that is exactly what I would do. It was always part of the dream of this story - to write the novel and then direct the movie.

If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we'll see. I'm taking it day by day.