I've always been sort of a closet sci-fi geek.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

No one would want to read a book in which I explain the science of cloning because it would be very dull and it would also make no sense.

I walked inside Macy’s and faced the pathetic spectacle of a department store full of shoppers, none of whom were shopping for themselves. Without the instant gratification of a self-aimed purchase, everyone walked around in the tactical stupor of the financially obligated.

I've always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends with Harry and kiss Ron, which was supposed to happen to me.