I think when you're a beginning author with any publishing company, there's only so much they can put behind you.

I always say that teenagers are the first to know if you're pandering to them.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.

It took a lot of work to be perfect.

I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn’t already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

He wasn't what I'd thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn't what I'd thought I was, either.