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Fortunately, We Did Most Of Our Athletic Stuff Inside, So We Didn't Have To Jog Through Tribeca Looking Like A Bunch Of Boot-camp Hippie Children.

Oh, God,” I Said. “sorry, Sorry. Do I Die Now?” --sadie To Zia

You Can’t Control Every Contingency. You Have To Accept That. Let It Scare You. Trust That It’ll Be Okay Anyway.

With My Sister Perched On My Arm, I Walked To The Elevator. A Business Man With A Rolling Suitcase Was Waiting By The Doors. His Eyes Widened As He Saw Me. I Must’ve Looked Pretty Strange—a Tall Black Kid In Dirty, Ragged Egyptian Clothes, With A Weird Box Tucked Under One Arm And A Bird Of Prey Perched On The Other. “how’s It Going?” I Said. “i’ll Take The Stairs.” He Hurried Off.

It's All Still About Having A Good Story. You Have To Have A Good Story As Your Anchor, As Your Main Focus. So For Me, Personally, I Just Like To Concentrate On Writing The Best Book I Can, And If There's Other Stuff That Goes Along With It, That's Awesome, As Long As The Story Is Central.