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.

There are some people who fall in love over and over.

What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened

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.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.