I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.