I could hardly get a boy to look at me. All right, they'd look, they'd even take me out, but no one asked for a second date. I was too nasty, a real wise guy, and all the boys could tell what my rotten disposition was. Deep down, I wanted a commitment with a capital C. To get anywhere with me, a boy would have to sign his undying loyalty with his own blood.

Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

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

Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.

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.

I think love is a huge factor in fiction and in real life. Is there a risk? Always. In fiction and in life

I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?