First time it’s a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it’s a tail.
There’s a power that comes with silence. I had grown to fear the unsaid thing. So it felt like a release to say it-to admit that the risk wasn’t just inside our walls-it was inside my skin. I was willing to claw, scratch, and bleed until I’d found it.
Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can’t see them. I just see you.
Sometimes you forgive people simply becuase you still want them in your life.
I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don’t dare to let out.
Don’t put your characters on a treadmill. They need to go new places, face new challenges and do new things.
Teenage girls read in packs. It’s true today, and it was true when I was a teen growing up in a small town in northeast Oklahoma.
At the core, I try to write characters who are real people with real insecurities, fears, hopes, and dreams, which is why hopefully readers can identify with them.
Pain seared through me again-a hot, burning stab in my gut-and yet my body found strength I didn’t know I had, correcting as I fell.
If you can be still enough and common enough, then it’s really easy to be invisible.
And yet, she knew she could be.
That’s when I heard the sounds of a certified genius spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
Hes gone. Hes just gone.
We wear a lot of labels in our lives, and it’s so very easy to be defined by them. We have grown somehow accustomed to thinking of ourselves as a size eight or a size fourteen, as a capricorn or a taurus, as single or in love.
The Operative tried to implement the Purusey breathing technique, which has been proven effective at fooling polygraphs. There is no conclusive evidence as to whether it is effective at masking the internal lie detectors of fifteen-year-old boys.
And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come – it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.
The kids kept walking, moving through the Henley’s halls like a tide, but when Kat turned to leave, she walked in the opposite directions. She wasn’t an ordinary kid, after all. Katarina Bishop followed no one.
Someday you will know that the heart is not always as wise as it is strong. – Uncle Eddie.
That wasn’t your mom in you – that was your dad.
It was the first time in years I didn’t wonder if my father was out there, looking at it too.