I'm still going to love you, always. And in the rock-paper-scissors of life, love is rock. fear, anger, everthing else...no contest.

I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.

Because love, love never finishes.

I know I shouldn't say this—I know it as surely as I know the earth is round and beats are evil—and yet here it comes: “It's not too late to change your mind.

He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.

he's a story i want to know from page one

Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.