I procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing. My small theory is that to write for three hours, you need to feel like you have three days. To write for three days, you need to feel like you've got three weeks, and so on.

It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.

I only know that all of those people would have sensed me that night, excluding the youngest of the children. I was the suggestion. I was the advice, my imagined feet walking into the kitchen and down the corridor.