We can't know or say what other people do. You have to think what you want to do to get the situation where you want it to be.

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes . . . it really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal--or completely shattered.

The universe is seeming really huge right now. I need something to hold on to.

Frankie appreciated both the accolades and the rejections equally, because both meant she'd had an impact. She wasn't a person who needed to be liked so much as she was a person who liked to be notorious.

Get over it, Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you’re popular enough.

They do sometimes go crazy, these people, because the world is telling them not to want the things they want. It can seem saner to give up-But then one goes insane from giving up.

Everything doesn't seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you're young.