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.

The importance of our connection, what it meant to find each other again, the way it made what happened to us and between us not be a waste, not be for nothing. He would know, he had to know, that not saying good-bye would be the worst end of all.

Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.

I don't like to do too much psychological research because it might turn a character into a patchwork.

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.

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.

Try a little tenderness.