The Deepest Personal DEFEAT SUFFERED By Human BEINGS Is Constituted By The DIFFERENCE Between What One Was CAPABLE Of Becoming And What One Has In Fact Become.

Anyone Who Lives In Washington And Has An Official Position Viscerally Understands The COST Of A Lack Of Privacy. Every DINNER - Especially Ones With A JOURNALIST In Attendance - Is Preceded By The Mandatory, 'This Is Off The RECORD.' But Everyone Also Knows, Nothing Is Really 'off The Record.'

I Never Wanted To RETURN To HOLLYWOOD Because Hollywood PEOPLE And The Fakeness - Very ARTIFICIAL And Not Dear To My Heart. After I Lived In The Midwest, And I Learned What Sincere, REAL People Were All About, I Never Wanted To Go Back.

How We COME To Be, And How We Are What We Are, Is Beyond Any Understanding. I Have Been OBSESSED By This, TRYING To Understand The Very Nature Of My EXISTENCE.

Everyone Can Relate To Loving Someone And Hating Them In The Same Moment - HUSBANDS, Wives, Partners, Siblings, PARENTS, Friends. It's KIND Of Universal In That WAY.

The Current Approach That Psychiatry Takes Almost Ignores Social Worlds In Which MENTAL HEALTH Problems Arise And Tries To BECOME Highly Biomedical Like Other Branches Of Medicine Such As Cardiology Or Oncology. But Psychiatry Has To Be Far More Embedded In PEOPLE's PERSONAL And Social Worlds.

I Read A Blog About This Young Filmmaker In The Philippines Who Made A Short Film, And One Of The Characters In The Film READS My Novel And Then STARTS Discussing The Novel With Someone. The IDEA That My Book Can Inspire Another Artist And Be Part Of That Other Artist's WORK... That's The Reason I Write.

I ENJOY Trolls. They Try To Shake My Confidence And Bring Me Down With Such Remarks, But They Never Knew They Helped Me Grow. They Saw My Curly Hair, They Saw My DARK COLOR, They Saw My Short Stature And They STARTED Making Memes. I Know They Can Mock My Appearance But They Cannot Claim I Am Corrupt Or Talk About My EDUCATION Or My Eloquence.

I Had A Head Injury When I Was LIVING In England; I Was In The Hospital For Three DAYS, And They Didn't Even Ask For My NAME. I Spent Three Days In There. And Then, When I Was Done, I Just Got Up And LEFT. I Wasn't A British Citizen; I Was There On A WORK Permit.

The CROWD MAKES The BALLGAME.