Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

My friends say I have two speeds: fast and blistering.

I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.

How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone's not reading your story right now?

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

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.