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.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I'm not liable for my actions. So screw it, I'll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)

Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.