...if You Can Accept The Truth And

I Love The Process Of Being Alone In A Room.

I Feel Strong. Not Strong Enough To Face Myself, But Strong Enough To Keep Going.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.

Leonard Asks Me If There's Anything I Need To Know Before He Dies, I Think About It For A Minute, Turn To Him, Say What's The Meaning Of Life, Leonard? He Laughs, Says That's An Easy One, My Son, It's Whatever You Want It To Be.

If I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was True, And I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was Honest, Then I Was Gonna Have To Write About Myself In Very, Very Negative Ways.