I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.

Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?