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This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.

There Are No Categories In Contemporary Art. There Are No Rules. Artists Are Given The Freedom To Make And Create Whatever They Please And Call It Whatever They Please. I Identify With That System, Or Lack Of System, Much More Than I Do The Landscape Of Contemporary Publishing.

When I Started Writing 'a Million Little Pieces,' I Felt Like It Was The Right Story With The Style I Had Been Looking For, And I Just Kept Going.

I Don't Write With An Outline. I Don't Often Know What I'm Going To Do As I'm Writing. And I Do Everything By Feel And By Instinct.

Whatever Hardships There Have Been In My Life I Still Live In A Very Privileged Position. Fear Is Not Knowing Where Your Next Meal Is Coming From. Fear Is Seeing A Child Get Hurt. Fear Is Watching Someone You Love Waste Away. Fear Is Knowing You Are Going To Die Yourself. But There's No Fear In What I Do. I Write Books.