Just because you keep something a secret doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.

Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels. But. Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.

Writer's block is for people who have the luxury of time.

It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.

I am Alice in Wonderland', Josie thought. 'Watch me fall.