It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome.

I didn't know anything about writers. It never occurred to me they were regular people and that I could grow up to become one, even though I loved to make up stories inside my head.

My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.

Librarians save lives by handing the right book at the right time to a kid in need.

I have like two dreams a week that I have to write a paper that I'm late with or that I've gone back to high school and have to do that in addition to my current job.

That's good when you don't know what you're doing. But you're doing it and it's spontaneous and you're not afraid.

I don't really know exactly how it happened but I don't like the idea that I would ever have said I'm going to write about racism or puberty or bullying.