It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated.

You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.

The path of your life can change in an instant.

You get older and you learn there is one sentence just four worlds long and if you can say it to yourself it offers more comfort than almost any other. It goes like this… Ready ” “Ready.” “At least I tried.

You should find him because he loves you.