I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.