The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.
Each of my books took roughly one and a half years to write. Some may have taken a shorter time to write the draft and a longer time to revise, while others were the opposite.
I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.
People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don’t even notice anymore...
A beautiful thing is precious no matter the price.
Seem like a lot of people wear shoes they can’t walk in.
Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.
I have a great deal of empathy for anyone who’s having a hard time. I believe this ability to see another’s viewpoint has served me well as a writer.
I enjoy people who aren’t afraid to say what they mean. It makes life so much easier!
Any experience that isn’t fun is probably something I will at least use in my writing someday.
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.
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.