When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.

Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and write about different ages, for different ages.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

You just have to let people love you in the way they can