| Female |
| May 26 1995 |
| Far Too Small Town, America |
| I'm not sure whether I'm trying to hard to be the person I'm not or not trying hard enough to be the person I am. As soon as I find out, I'll let you know. |
| I guess I haven't decided that yet. |
| I'm...experimenting at the moment. |
| (Writing? Obviously.) Music, literature, and art. I'm a bit of a creative stereotype. |
| I try not to limit myself to genres. Good writing can come in any form. |
| Mercy, by Jodi Picoult. It's the only book that's ever truly made me cry. |
| I do worship the ground that Jodi Picoult walks on. I can't help it. |
| I like the anonymous poets that write their verses in unexpected places. That's when poetry really comes from the heart, because they have no criticism to fear. |
| "Hell is other people." (Jean-Paul Sartre.) |
| I do tend to limit myself to the odd-alternative, rock, indie. I try not to, though. A good song is still brilliant whether it's got heavy bass, a ukelele, or a fiddle. |
| Last Days. It's brilliant. |