I felt I had a very innocent childhood and I feel privileged by that. But as an adult, I know that there were people who didn't have that. There are ….

I can't. You can't rewrite the past..

I want to collapse. I want to fall on the sidewalk right there and drag myself to the ivy..

Stories about sensitive issues like sex, drugs or sexual assault, suicide and teen drinking, are often censored because people just don't want to tal….

And like I said, I didn't know him very well, but my ears perked up whenever I heard his name. I guess I wanted to hear something - anything - juicy.….

Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black?.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst..

Soul Alone by Hannah Baker I meet your eyes you don't even see me You hardly respond when I whisper hello Could be my soul mate two kindred spirits M….

As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story..

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel..

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now..

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect eac….

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging….

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you..

It's important to be aware of how we treat others. Even though someone appears to shrug off a sideways comment or to not be affected by a rumor, it's….

Justin, honey, you were my very first kiss. My very first hand to hold. But you were nothing more than an average guy. And I don't say that to be mea….

When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it..

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible..

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on..

It was love because it was worth it..

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen..