The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.

Here’s the million-dollar question: how are you going to write this book if you’re afraid to start writing? Give your friend Doubt a name, and then block his calls.

Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her. Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.

The toes of our ratty black sneakers touched.