Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.