Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.

What I'm always trying to do with every book is to recreate the effect of the stories we heard as children in front of campfires and fireplaces - the ghost stories that engaged us.

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.

When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep...wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you....The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'