You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

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.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working

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.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.