When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.

If you believe in love, you're setting yourself up to be disappointed.

I know I have to do the right thing. And the sooner you do the right thing, the better. You get it over with, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. But who does that in real life? Instead, you procrastinate and think about it and put it off and think about it some more until that one little pebble grows into a giant block inside your head.

This is the most powerful thing I can do! I'm going to be a writer.

The heart wants what the heart wants," she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. "You'd think the heart would know better.

You don't want to peak in high school. If you do, the rest of your life is a disaster.

So much of being a woman is telling lies