Lie To Yourself Until It's True.

In Poland, For A While, My Books All Had Cartoons On The Cover. I Trust My Publishers In Each Country To Know What Works In Their Individual Markets.

I Wonder If, As You Get Older, You Stop Missing People So Fiercely. Maybe Growing Up Is Just Focusing On What You've Got, Instead Of What You Don't.

They're Fake Bullets, So Why Do I Feel Like Im Bleeding Out?

That's The Paradox Of Loss: How Can Something That's Gone Weigh Us Down So Much?

There Were Some People Who Hit Your Life So Hard, They Left A Stain On Your Future.