Occupation: Writer Birth: March 25, 1972
The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell..
Maybe it needed to be broken. Sometimes things have to break before you can fix them..
I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time..
Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch..
The right thing and the easy thing are never the same..
We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it..
In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing..
You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different..
I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all..
If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry..
I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second..
I'll love you until the day after forever..
I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers..
I really was alone, and the only thing worse than being alone was having everyone else see how lonely you were.
I couldn't look at her. I'd been jealous and hurt, and I had dragged Liv into the middle of my own broken mess of a life. All because I thought Lena ….
I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt….
In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light..
Blood of my heart, protection is thine. Life of my life, taking yours, taking mine Body of my body, marrow and mind Soul of my soul, to our spirit bi….
Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in th….
The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around th….
Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because r….