Loss is loss. Doesn’t take death to create it.
Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.
When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.
I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.
Happiness is a bull’s-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It’s the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me.
And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.
Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.
I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.
I’m a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they’ll see the real me.
It’s just so hard to feel good, you know?
When you love someone, you don’t want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you want to hurt them, even when they don’t deserve to be hurt.
What’s the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you’re a villain?
In control. Out of control. Sometimes they’re the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it’s okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you’re sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.
He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.
You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.
Would I drown saving him?
The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I’d follow you across the universe.