It was love because it was worth it.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.

Actually, I love trying to figure out why certain books become hits while others, which may be just as good, have trouble finding an audience.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.