She was doing that thing some people do when they act nice and chipper and interested, while just below the surface they’re thinking really mean thoughts, and you can never call them on it because they’d just accuse you of being paranoid.

I guess I was popular in high school.

Face it, you have to be sort of an egomaniac to write something down and think that anyone is going to want to read it.

I don't eat chicken abortions!

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

I feel like 'Gossip Girl' isn't really 'Gossip Girl' anymore when they're away at school because they don't go to NYU; they go to, like, Yale and Brown. New York City is just as much a character as anyone else in the books, and I was really sort of reluctant to show them off in their separate college worlds.

Most people were raised to believe they are just as good as the next person. I was always told I was better.