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.

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

The more you feel, the stronger you are.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.