There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

Sometimes when you find something you didn't really realize you were looking for, you just don't know how to react.

I can get 400 pages down the road and still not know the answer. What I do know is that I have really examined every facet of the situation, and I may not have changed my opinion but I have definitely forced myself to explore why it's my opinion.

He’s not your typical prince, more like a square peg in a round hole, kind of like me. He’s the sort of guy who wouldn’t mind reading side by side on a date.

In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.