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Too many locks, not enough keys.
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Don't be a fool. Don't give up something important to hold onto someone who can't even say they love you.
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The lizard stared up at us, and we stared back, taking each other in. He was little and defenseless, I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed-up place he'd just come into. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, where it was hot and cramped, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.
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I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.
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Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.
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I always wrote about girls that went to the beach and had that summer that changed everything. So I was interested in what it would be like to live in a tourist town where everyone has these life changing experiences, but your whole life is there.
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There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.
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I'm incredibly flattered when people tell me that my books helped them through high school. Because of my own experience, the thought that something I wrote might help someone who felt the way I did when I was a teen...that's huge. It awes me.
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It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.
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Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.
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I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.
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What were you two talking about?" she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut. Nothing," I said. "Running." You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.
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Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.
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…It’s not just where you go, but how you choose to get there.
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Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.
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There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?
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I am not breaking my rules,' I snapped, hating that I'd ended up on the advice-recieving end of things, jumping from Dear Remy to Confused in Cincinnati all in one summer.
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That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, all your own.
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There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.
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It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.
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It's not always so simple, Haven. Sometimes there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.
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I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.
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Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which encourages them not to be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse." "You get all that from a pink Onesie?" Leah said after a moment.
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There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.