Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

It's always been hard to call myself a writer. I think a part of me still thinks it's too good to be true.

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.

You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.

I think readers are just looking for things that maybe they recognize or can relate to in the books.

The kind who live for music and are constantly seeking it out, anywhere they can. Who can't imagine a life without it. They're enlightened.