I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

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.

Then come to realize that you're making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you've become. Sure, it may feel like you can't get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down. But you must stop being so pessimistic, Hannah, and learn to trust those around you. So I do. One more time.

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.