Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

I wrote because I needed to and wanted to. It never occurred to me that I'd become famous.

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

I don't just want to catch some guy and have a bunch of kids. I want to make something of myself.

And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.

I never met a chocolate I could not eat.

There's a lid for every pot... You Just have to find yours. -Avery