Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

As a reader, I don't feel a story has an obligation to make me happy. I want stories to show me a bigger world than the one I know.

When was the last good kiss you had?

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. "I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

I know it's impossible for you to see your peers this way, but when you're older, you start to see them--the bad kids and the good kids and all kids--as people. They're just people, who deserve to be cared for.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool,' I answered.