To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

Writing a novel is a lot like directing a movie because you are creating a world and a tone, you are creating a large canvas and all the details.

Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.