I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.

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.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

Everything...affects everything