Nothing Sparkly Can Stay.

I Used To Be Sure Of Things. Me, Once I Had All The Answers. I Wish I Was A Kid Again, When I Had All The Answers

What's The Safest Thing To Be When One Is Met By A Gang Of Social Outcasts In An Alley? ...no, Another Social Outcast!

I Advise Writing To Oneself. If You Don't Want To Read It, Nobody Else Is Going To Read It.

They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought, They Used To Be Friends, And Now They Hate Each Other Because One Has To Work For A Living And The Other Comes From The West Side. They Shouldn't Hate Each Other.

My Boyfriend Suggested I Write Two Pages A Day. He Wouldn't Take Me Out If I Hadn't Done My Two Pages. That's How I Wrote My Second Novel.