Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.

I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

The only monsters I have ever known were men.

Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.

...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.

My first job was as an assistant in the local library. Self fulfilling prophecy?