When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.

Princes don't come around everyday, and happy endings don't grow on trees

She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge.

What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

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.