Foxy girls know that silence may be golden-but only for four seconds. Anything longer and you're heading for Awkward Avenue.

If it turned out Brandon Stark also likes to dress up as Strwberry Shortcake while playing croquet with his miniture pony collection, I totally wouldn't be surprised anymore.

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

Because my heat was too full of appreciation for what my friends-- my real friends-- had done for me.

Usually writer's block arises when something is wrong internally with the story.

I’ve never enjoyed myself more than I have the past forty-eight hours, during which I’ve been trapped in a car with one of the worst drivers I’ve ever seen, run up the Spanish Steps and then down again so I could be on time to wait in line to perjuer myself at the American consulate. And I’d like to continue doing those sorts of thing with you on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.

She'd realize Steve was her soul mate and that she would never love anyone as much as she loved him.