So I Was Still Guilty. And If

I Didn't Like The Way I Looked, The Way I Dressed And Moved, What I Achieved And What I Felt I Was Worth. But There Was So Much Energy In Me, Such Belief That One Day I'd Be Handsome And Clever And Superior And Admired, Such Anticipation When I Met New People And New Situations. Is That What Makes Me Sad? The Eagerness And Belief That Filled Me Then And Exacted A Pledge From Life That Life Could Never Fulfill? Sometimes I See The Same Eagerness And Belief In The Faces Of Children And Teenagers And The Sight Brings Back The Same Sadness I Feel In Remembering Myself.

It Wasn't That I Forgot Hanna. But At A Certain Point The Memory Of Her Stopped Accompanying Me Wherever I Went. She Stayed Behind, The Way A City Stays Behind As A Train Pulls Out Of The Station. It's There, Somewhere Behind You, And You Could Go Back And Make Sure Of It. But Why Should You?

Does Everyone Feel This Way? When I Was Young, I Was Perpetually Overconfident Or Insecure. Either I Felt Completely Useless, Unattractive, And Worthless, Or That I Was Pretty Much A Success, And Everything I Did Was Bound To Succeed. When I Was Confident, I Could Overcome The Hardest Challenges. But All It Took Was The Smallest Setback For Me To Be Sure That I Was Utterly Worthless. Regaining My Self-confidence Had Nothing To Do With Success...whether I Experienced It As A Failure Or Triumph Was Utterly Dependent On My Mood.

As An Author, You Can't Expect A Movie To Be An Illustration Of The Book. If That's What You Hope For, You Shouldn't Sell The Rights.

Now To Escape Involves Not Just Running Away, But Arriving Somewhere.