Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

The dreams weren’t as pleasing when they had no chance of coming true

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.

My household is, in a nice way, very busy.

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

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