But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.

The girls show more skin these days, but I think, generally, they behave the same way as when I was growing up.

Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you.

Give a girl a boyfriend and she becomes a total expert on relationships

I remember, in my senior year, one of my teachers taking me aside and saying: 'You look really tired.' This was when I was being a bad kid and she knew that something was wrong.

the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.

Back in my days as a children's book editor, my superiors caught on to the fact that teenagers were using the Internet to gossip about each other, and thought it might be nifty to develop a series of books about an anonymous high-school blogger who gossips about her classmates. The concept was passed on to me.