Saba used to say there was a difference between bravery and courage. Bravery was doing something dangerous without thinking. Courage was walking into danger, knowing full well the risks.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

What would you do if you had to choose?