What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

This day is going to be awful. It's the sort of day you wouldn't mind losing completely, even if it meant your life would be twenty-four hours shorter.

When I write for teens, I feel I can cut through everything and get to the bare bones. I can get straight into the emotional world of the character.

Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help

We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned, forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.