She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

I think I'm way too much of a control freak to co-author anything with anyone. I have a hard enough time writing with myself! I admire people that can do it, but it's not for me.

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.

Friends are honest with each other. Even if the truth hurts. -Maggie

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.