It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

If you're not getting hurt, you're not riding hard enough.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

In school, writing was the only thing that really came naturally to me, but it wasn't until college that I realized that I could do it for more than just fun.