Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you've got, instead of what you don't.

I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.