Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings

You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.

You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

I know I can't stay here forever

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me.