The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

It was pretty obvious Lena wanted to be asked. Another mysterious thing about girls- they want to be asked to stuff even if they don't want to go.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.