What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

Every girl pretends she is a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that.

A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.

I have a great deal of empathy for anyone who's having a hard time. I believe this ability to see another's viewpoint has served me well as a writer.

In stories like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, they always say the heroine is 'as good as she is beautiful.' I wondered if people just wanted that to be true, wanted the beautiful to be good. I wondered if they wanted the ugly to be bad because then they wouldn't have to feel bad for them.

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one - that she won't say it back.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.