He doesn’t love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didn’t know any better. When I trusted everyone. I’m not that person any more. He’s just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but he’s just a boy. There were a lot of them.

No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response." Another few seconds passed. Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.

The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.

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.

It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.

That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.