Then He Asks If He Can Kiss

When I Write, I Picture The Characters A Certain Way In My Head, And They're Not Like Any Actor Or Actress. It's Almost Hard For Me To Let Go Of My Ideas As To The Way They Look.

The World Is Not That Black And White, Rachel. There Are No Moral Absolutes. It Is Complex.

It's Like Brad Pitt For Us. You Might Not Like Blond Men With Pretty Features, But C'mon, It's Brad. You're Not Going To Kick Him Out Of Bed For Eating Crackers.

Buried Beneath Disappointment And Fear, Anger And Pride, I Just Might Find It In My Heart To Forgive.

There Is No Grief Like Heartbreak.