I'm An Escapist Kind Of Writer.

I Once Got A Huge, Expensive Flower Arrangement From A Person I Didn't Like, Who Sent It Out Of Pure Guilt. It Had A Hideous Bird-of-paradise In The Middle, And I Thought It Would Never Fade And Die. I Hated It.

I Have Great Family And Good Friends; The Stories I Told Became Popular, And People All Over The World Bought Them.

On The First Day Of School, My Father Told Me I'd Be The Most Popular Girl And Everyone Would Love Me And Want To Be My Friend. It Wasn't So, But It Gave Me An Enormous Amount Of Confidence.

Happiness Is In Our Own Hearts. I Have No Regrets Of Anything In The Past. I'm Totally Cheerful And Happy, And I Think That A Lot Of Your Attitude Is Not In The Circumstances You Find Yourself In, But In The Circumstances You Make For Yourself.

It Was So Silly To Try To Define Things By Words. What Did One Person Mean By Infatuation Or Obsession And Another Mean By Love. The Whole Thing Couldn't Be Tidied Away With Neat Little Labels." - Lena Gray