Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend. People who stand by you when you're hurt and who helped you feel not so lonely. Maybe there are worth being scared for and hoping for and living for. Maybe worth dying for too. If that what has to be. No bad friends. Only people you want. Need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

It is fairly clear that many of the arguments against proposition testing are really arguments against propositions themselves.

Stories are like relics, part of an undiscovered preexisting world. The writer's job is to use the tools in his or her toolbox to get as much of each one out of the ground intact as possible.

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

Even when love isn't enough...somehow it is.