me: just don't ask about his forty-three ex-boyfriends, okay? or ask him about why he's carrying around an axe. mom:... me: i'm kidding about the axe part.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.