No Place Has Delicatessen Like New York.

Concentrate On How Good If Feels To Be Alive. No Matter What. Just To See The Color Of The Sky, Just To Smell The Air, And Feel The Wind In Your Face

I Think About Lenaya And Hugh. Will They Know How Much I've Changed This Year? Will They Have Changed Too? I'll Wait Until Tomorrow To Find Out. And Then It's Possible I Won't Find Out After All. Because Some Changes Happen Deep Down Inside Of You. And The Truth Is, Only You Know About Them. Maybe That's The Way It's Supposed To Be.

I Have Like Two Dreams A Week That I Have To Write A Paper That I'm Late With Or That I've Gone Back To High School And Have To Do That In Addition To My Current Job.

Do Not Let Anyone Discourage You. If They Try: Get Determined, Not Depressed.

My Characters Live Inside My Head For A Long Time Before I Actually Start A Book. They Become So Real To Me, I Talk About Them At The Dinner Table As If They Are Real. Some People Consider This Weird. But My Family Understands.