Tonight I'm Happy. I Will Worry About

Often When We Realize How Precious Those Seconds Are, It's Too Late For Them To Be Captured Because The Moment Has Passed. We Realize Too Late.

She Had Been Given A Wonderful Gift: Life. Sometimes It Was Cruelly Taken Away Too Soon, But It's What You Did With It That Counted, Not How Long It Lasted.

Oh, That Fighting For Peace Is Like Screwing For Virginity.

I Want A Character To Wake Up One Day And Feel Like, I Can Face It. That, To Me, Is Happy. I Want The Characters To Rescue Themselves, Though You Use The Relationships You Have, To Make You Strong Enough To Be Able To Do That.

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.