When people kill themselves, they think they're ending the pain, but all they're doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.

That was the thing to remember about all monsters, They love to frighten people, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run.

If you had weak eyes, they needed exercise to get strong. Glasses were like crutches. They prevented people with feeble eyes from seeing the world on their own.

But the positive thoughts would give way to negative thoughts, and the negative thoughts seemed to swoop into her mind the way a big flock of black crows takes over the landscape, sitting thick in the trees and on the fence rails and lawns, staring at you in ominous silence.

Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you'll still have your stars.

When people kill themselves, they think they're ending the pain, but all they're doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.

In my opinion, trying to guess what readers want is the wrong approach. You have to tell your story as best you can and as true to yourself as possible. You have to be honest and fair and vulnerable and foolish and brave, and not care what anyone thinks of it.