This Is Where It All Begins. Everything

Well, It's So Hard For Books To Take Off. You Give Years Of Your Life To Something That Probably Won't Happen, So When It Does, It Feels A Little Unjust.

And Then She Frowned, And Shook Her Head, Then Put Her Arms Around Him Once More, Pressing Her Face Into His Shoulder, Making A Noise That Sounded Almost Like Rage. 'what's Up?' He Asked. 'nothing. Oh, Nothing. Just...' She Looked Up At Him. 'i Thought I'd Finally Got Rid Of You.' 'i Don't Think You Can.' He Said

People Change, No Use Getting Sentimental About It. Move On, Find Someone Else.

Most Of The Books And Films I Love Walk A Knife Edge Between Romance And Cynicism, And I Wanted 'one Day' To Stay On That Line. I Wanted It To Be Moving, But Without Being Manipulative.

If You're My Friend I Should Be Able To Talk To You But I Can't, And If I Can't Talk To You, Well, What Is The Point Of You? Of Us?