You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.

That’s when I said it. That’s when I whispered to her, “I’m so sorry.” Because inside, I felt so happy and sad at the same time. Sad that it took me so long to get there. But happy that we got there together.

When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.