We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters.

I loved everyone who said yes to the world and tried to make it better instead of worse, because so much in the world was ugly- and just about all the ugly parts were due to humans.

And they just slam the door. And they don't peek into that land any more. And they forget that teens and tweens are people, absolutely just as much as adults are. And their problems may play out on a smaller scale, but the things they go through are equally as valid as a CEO trying to figure out how to deal with a crisis at work. I just write for teens because I love 'em.

I'm in loooove with this boy, and when you in love with someone, you don't give up on 'em, mo matter what.

I didn't like being alone. Being alone was slightly better than having to deal with people, that's all. Or so I'd convinced myself.

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.