I never lose sight of the fact that before I was a writer, I was a teacher. I still am. My classroom's just gotten a little bigger.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

Things don't always look as they seem.

That,” she says, “was never here before.

Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time” . . . they’re lying

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.