Those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy.

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

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.

Maybe we judge people too much by their looks because it's easier than seeing what's really important.

I was painfully shy, and I had tremendous difficulty making friends. So, lacking friends, I watched other people. Watching is something all writers must do, and it was in junior high that I learned to do it.

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

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