My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

But most important of all, she explained that it was all right to say 'No. I disagree.' that was a gift. I understood it was power. The power to think my own thoughts. The power to believe in myself.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

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.