Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.

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.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

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

Do you always think this much? It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.