You’ve got one life, one shot, and all the power to make it happen. Get ready to dream big and live big. It’s all up to you. And it starts now.

There is no real world, just the one you create.

Shrug off the no’s – they are temporary. This is your world. In your world there is only yes.

I’d been doing everything to please everyone else and some imaginary me.

The building is a tumbling house of cards behind me. The bus bitches are paper cutouts.

I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. And I definitely can’t un-feel a feeling.

Usually, Shakespeare gives me goose bumps. The guy knows everything. Like some ancient angel quill-ing out blueprints life. Hiding it in fiction. And usually I love the sound of the words, the way they dance...