we had each other. I never needed anyone else. That’s the difference between you and me. You need all these people around you. Your friends, your boyfriend, everyone. Every single person has to like you. I only ever needed one person. Only ever needed you.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other?...In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love.

My first published book, Story of a Girl, was the fourth book I wrote.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

I understand that you can never have the whole picture; inevitably, there’s stuff you don’t know, can’t know. But when it comes to Cameron I always want more than I have, would like to be able to take hold of at least one or two more pieces, if only because I’m convinced there are parts of myself inside them.

I didn't 'decide' to write YA, per se. But every time I thought of a story, it featured characters 15, 16, 17.