Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

You just looked..." she said, searching for the word, "taken, you know? Plus you hardly reacted to Wes. I mean, you did alittle, but nothing like most girls. It was a little swoon. Not a sa-woon, you know?" I said, "Sa-woon? Oh, come on," she said shaking her head. "Even a blind girl could tell he is amazing.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

Teenagers are a great audience and they are fearless about asking what they want to know.

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

I think part of the problem sometimes is that there's so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.