The Perfect Song On The Perfect Drive

And We Could All Sit Around And Wonder And Feel Bad About Each Other And Blame A Lot Of People For What They Did Or Didn’t Do Or What They Didn’t Know. I Don’t Know. I Guess There Would Always Be Someone To Blame.

Part Of The Reason I Wrote The Book Was I Wanted To Understand For Myself Why Such Good People Let Themselves Get Treated So Badly.

I Couldn't Believe Sam Actually Got Me A Present Because I Honestly Thought The "i Love You" Was It.

Writing Screenplays Is Incredibly Hard. I Can't Call It Joy. Writing Novels? Joy. Directing? Joy. Writing Screenplays? That's Where You Pay All Your Dues.

I Remembered This One Time That I Never Told Anybody About. The Time We Were Walking. Just The Three Of Us. I Was In The Middle. I Don't Remember Where We Were Walking To Or Where We Were Walking From. I Just Remember The Season. I Just Remember Walking Between Them And Feeling For The First Time That I Belonged Somewhere