“Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.”

“This isn’t the ‘I wanna see other people’ speech, is it? Because I’m not sharing you. No fucking way.”

“I’ve never written for kids… I’m just trying to tap into the kid in myself & just go with my taste.”

“Sneaking up on it sometimes helps: I’ve found I can be very productive for an hour before dinner, because there obviously isn’t enough time to really do anything, so I can tell myself I’m just screwing around.”

“Physical attraction that strong is addictive. And knowing that kind of magic isn’t just a fantasy makes me want to find it again. But what about being with someone who makes me a better person? What about sharing my life with someone who adores me as much as I adore him, whom I can always count on, who helps me find my way when I’m lost?”

“…not that it’s any of your damn business, but my entire life has just been assfucked. I’ve been left a shithole bar by a father that I didn’t even know I had, and if that isn’t enough, I had to drop out of college because the bar came with a kid too.”