I am not breaking my rules,' I snapped, hating that I'd ended up on the advice-recieving end of things, jumping from Dear Remy to Confused in Cincinnati all in one summer.

She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.

Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.

And so really, you have given me no choice but to take you shopping by force.” She sighed, then reached up, dropping her sunglasses down from their perch on her head to cover her eyes. “Do you even realize how happy the average teenage girl would be in your shoes? I have a credit card. We’re at the mall. I want to buy you things. It’s like adolescent nirvana.” - Cora