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

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.