That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.

Love and loyalty runs deeper than blood.

A girl just asked for SAT scores good enough to get her into Yale. I think she was nine.

You fixed yourself. You didn’t need me.” “No, Sydney.” My voice was ragged. “I do need you. You have no idea how much I need you.

He watched as I slipped one of the shoes on. "You have a guardian angel." "I don't believe in angels," I told him. "I believe in what I can do for myself." Well then, you have an amazing body." I glanced up at him with a questioning look. "For healing, I mean. I heard about the accident.

A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.

What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown. “That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on Casey. I think he’s one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid.” “Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.