Everyone Knows Everything Eventually.

The Idea I Pursue Is The One That Keeps Coming Back To Me. The Characters I Think About As I'm Falling Asleep At Night Or When I'm Driving To The Grocery Store Are The One's I Wind Up Writing About.

Time Has A Funny Way Of Collapsing When You Go Back To A Place You Once Loved. You Find Yourself Thinking, I Was Kissed In That Building, I Climbed Up That Tree.

I Always Used To Be An Inside Person, And Now I'm An Outside Person.

There Are, Of Course, People Who Didn't Create The Trouble They're In, But Lots Of Them Do.

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