I want her to believe that she's the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
I know there are things that he doesn't get about my world. There are things about his world that I don't get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
They are stream of consciousness words. Most times, I don't even know what they are going to be until I say them.
Kids today aren't as coddled as you might think. They're also not kidding themselves.
All the "Just For Men" hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can't shake me.
We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
Enlightened as I was, there was nowhere further to go. I had been a horrible person, needed to repent, and that was the end of the story.