He doesn’t love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didn’t know any better. When I trusted everyone. I’m not that person any more. He’s just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but he’s just a boy. There were a lot of them.
So it just wasn’t in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.
My books are so tame!
Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.
Something had changed in me, even if I didn’t know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.
Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.
Love can make up for a lot.
Who would have thought that grieving an old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel? Yet another thing you only find out once it’s happening to you.
You can’t love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It’s too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.
Teenagers are a great audience and they are fearless about asking what they want to know.
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.
If things don’t work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!
We didn’t talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn’t.
I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I’d ever known.
It’s a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do -need to do- more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.
Each time, I think I’m never going to write another book. It never gets easier.
I think part of the problem sometimes is that there’s so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.
I was so thrilled that I was having a girl, because I just am so girly myself, but I think the teenage years are going to be very interesting.
You’re not supposed to have it all figured out in high school. If you knew it all, and it was the best, it’s all downhill from there.
The kind who live for music and are constantly seeking it out, anywhere they can. Who can’t imagine a life without it. They’re enlightened.