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

I write contemporary fiction, and that is what my readers want to read.

People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don't even notice anymore.

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

You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?

Any experience that isn't fun is probably something I will at least use in my writing someday.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.