It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

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.

Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.

See for me, it’s immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn’t sure which.

I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. Maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

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