It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

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.

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

I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.