What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.

What's that thing you wrote about Simon once, that his eyes followed Baz 'like he was the brightest thing in the room, like he cast everything else into shadow'? That's you. You can't look away from him.

If I had an author superpower, I would like to have the ability to stop time for everyone else. I feel like I have to disappear into myself to write books. I go away, into my head, for hours and weeks at a time, and I hate that I miss everything. It's pretty selfish to want to pause other people, isn't it?

It never occurred to me when I was young that I could be an author. That would be like saying, "I want to be a movie star" or "I want to be a wizard." I didn't have any concept of what that path would look like. Maybe that's why I didn't publish my first book until I was 38.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)