Once you call something a story, it's set in stone. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end that can't be transformed, because by definition, if you do that, it's not the same story anymore

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.

I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.

Being a teenager isn't all that different from being part of someone else's story. There's always someone who thinks they know better than you do