Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.

You can never tell about a person by guessing...that's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.

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.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.