I'm Allergic To Stupidity.

Being A Best-selling Author Just Means The World For Me. Some Of My Happiest Memories, Growing Up, Are Being At Book Stores And Reading Books I Couldn't Afford, As A Kid, And The Midnight Parties, Waiting For The Next Harry Potter Book. The Fact That I Have That Straw In My Cap Means More To Me Than Anything I've Ever Accomplished Before.

I Don't Think I've Ever Tried To Be Something That I'm Not. People Do That For You. People Try To Pigeonhole You. People Tried Typecasting Me, Before They Even Saw Me In Anything Else. I've Never Understood That. I Was Like, "why Don't You Wait Until My Next Project, Before You Start Telling My What My Career Is Going To Look Like, For The Next 10 Years?" I've Never Let It Set Me Back Because I Always Knew The World Would Try To Do That For Me, Anyway.

If You Ask Me, It Doesn't Matter What Life You're Living, Life Never Has A Solution. No Matter How Hard The Struggles Are That You Leave Behind, New Struggles Always Take Their Place.

You're Sad-looking," She Said. "my Grandson Used To Be Such A Happy Boy. He Used To Write Me Stories. I Remember The First Story He Ever Wrote Me, 'once Upon A Time, There Was A Boy.' And That Became 'once Upon A Time There Was A Boy Who Wanted To Fly.' And They Kept Getting Better And Better Over Time. I Never Found Out If The Boy Got To Fly." I Gave Her A Small Smile. If Only She Knew The Boy's Wings Had Been Clipped.

...because A Life Without Meaning, Without Drive Or Focus, Without Dreams Or Goals, Isn't A Life Worth Living.