If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why I was put on the planet.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.

I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots and slipped stitches for every mistake I ever made, and I knit wet, swollen stitches that look awful. I knit the sun down.

Revision means throwing out the boring crap and making what’s left sound natural.

Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.