It is hard to know how to save the world if one has never lived in it.
I write contemporary fiction, and that is what my readers want to read.
It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.
In stories like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, they always say the heroine is ‘as good as she is beautiful.’ I wondered if people just wanted that to be true, wanted the beautiful to be good. I wondered if they wanted the ugly to be bad because then they wouldn’t have to feel bad for them.
Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.
The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.
Everyone can use a little beauty.
What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.
A shoe that fits one person pinches another.
This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s New York City.
A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.
Maybe you actually do need to face obstacles with someone to know that they’re the one you’d sacrifice for.
Control is part of faking it.
When I’m with you, I don’t feel ugly at all.
Before she came here, she’d thought she could be independent. Now, she knew she could – but only if she had the help of others and was able to help them in return.
Sometimes, I stay up all night reading book after book, for I have no family to object, and when I wake in the morning, slumped over a table or fallen off a chair, back aching, cold because no one thought to cover me with a blanket or tell me to come to bed, I feel very fortunate.” Silence.
This is who I am. This is what I love. This is who I am. I know that I can do it, and it’s what I want to do more than anything. And I realize I have to do anything I can to make it happen, even if it means leaving other things behind.
And Caitlin smiled. I Wanted to put her smile in my pocket to look at over and over.
Sometimes, things change so quickly you don’t even know how it happened.
Kate realized all these girls were strange in their own way. Maybe everyone was.