When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.

Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.

And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.