Be Patient And Wait. Your Mud Will

Sleep Is Still Difficult I Sleep For Three Or Four Hours A Day. Usually Sometime In The Afternoon. I Walk In The Cold, Keep Myself Numb. I Cry Less, And Less." (james Frey, Pg.88)

Sometimes Skulls Are Thick. Sometimes Hearts Are Vacant. Sometimes Words Don't Work.

Whatever Hardships There Have Been In My Life I Still Live In A Very Privileged Position. Fear Is Not Knowing Where Your Next Meal Is Coming From. Fear Is Seeing A Child Get Hurt. Fear Is Watching Someone You Love Waste Away. Fear Is Knowing You Are Going To Die Yourself. But There's No Fear In What I Do. I Write Books.

We Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Softly Kiss Speaking And Saying More With The Movement Of Our Lips And The Tips Of Our Fingers Than Words Will Allow Us To Say. Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

When I Started Writing 'a Million Little Pieces,' I Felt Like It Was The Right Story With The Style I Had Been Looking For, And I Just Kept Going.