It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big enough to keep me warm.

She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead. "You're lost!" "You're angry!" "You're in the wrong school!" "You're in the wrong country!" "You're on the wrong planet!

You were born with the seeds of your talent, the ability to observe the world around you and weave piece of it into a story. I believe that most -- if not all -- people are born with these seeds. What separates the writers from the non-writers is that the writers actually sit down and, you know... write.

I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.