She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see.

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.

But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.