I Really Do Love My Sister. Especially

And How Different Her Face Looked The First Time She Really Liked A Boy Who Was Not On A Poster On Her Wall. And How Her Face Looked When She Realized She Was In Love With That Boy.

Asleep By The Smiths Vapour Trail By Ride Scarborough Fair By Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade Of Pale By Procol Harum Dear Prudence By The Beatles Gypsy By Suzanne Vega Nights In White Satin By The Moody Blues Daydream By Smashing Pumpkins Dusk By Genesis (before Phil Collins Was Even In The Band!) Mlk By U2 Blackbird By The Beatles Landslide By Fleetwood Mac Asleep By The Smiths (again!) -charlie's Mixtape

Writing Screenplays Is Incredibly Hard. I Can't Call It Joy. Writing Novels? Joy. Directing? Joy. Writing Screenplays? That's Where You Pay All Your Dues.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Keep Going Without A Friend. I Used To Be Able To Do It Very Easily, But That Was Before I Knew What Having A Friend Was Like.

I Think That If I Ever Have Kids, And They Are Upset, I Won't Tell Them That People Are Starving In China Or Anything Like That Because It Wouldn't Change The Fact That They Were Upset. And Even If Somebody Else Has It Much Worse, That Doesn't Really Change The Fact That You Have What You Have.