You need to learn to write on demand, and to get critiqued without flinching. When someone can rip your work to shreds without it feeling as though your arm has been hacked off, you're ready to send your novel off to an agent.

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

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

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.