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.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

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.

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

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.