“Well," Isaid finally, knowing he was waiting, “you make me laugh.” He nodded. “And?” “You're pretty good-looking." ""Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful." "You want to be beautiful?" I asked him. "Are you saying I'm not?"

I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

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.

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.