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

I didn’t feel physically sick. But mentally. My mind was twisting in so many ways. (…) We once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and...

if my love were an ocean ,There would be no more land.If my love were a desert ,You would see only sand.If my love were a star-Late at night, only light.And if my love could...

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

You can hear rumors. But you can’t know them.

I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That’s the story, the...

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

If there’s one thing I’ve still got, it’s my memory. Which is too bad. Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we’d all be a little bit happier.

Suicide. It’s something I’ve been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That’s the note. Word for word. And I know it’s word for word because I wrote it dozens...

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

I was so anxious about what kind of kiss it would be-because my friends back home described so many types-and it turned out to be the beautiful kind. You didn’t shove your tongue down my...

Then come to realize that you’re making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you’ve become. Sure, it may feel like you can’t get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time...

Here’s a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave… her… alone. Don’t touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.

Unanswered? I would’ve answered any question, Hannah. But you never asked.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!

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 mean- I don’t. There was...

As the song goes, ‘You are lost and gone forever, oh my darling, Valentine.'”[…]I’m listening to someone give up. Someone I knew. Someone I liked.I’m listening. But still, I’m too late.

But whatever the reason, it felt surreal

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

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

I’m sure you heard a lot of sarcastic remarks when you first arrived, but by the time I got there, to everyone else you were just a part of the party. But unlike everyone else,...

But now it’s too late.And that’s why, right at this moment, I feel so much hate. Toward myself. I deserve to be on this list. Because if I hadn’t been so afraid of everyone else,...

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.If you could hear other...

Actually, I love trying to figure out why certain books become hits while others, which may be just as good, have trouble finding an audience.

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken. Like driving along a bumpy road...

Or deep down, maybe there was more. Maybe I wanted someone to figure out who wrote the note and secretly come to my rescue.Maybe. I don’t know. But I was careful never to give myself...

That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

I needed a break…from myself.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that...

Put meunderneath God’s sky and know medon’t just look at me with your eyesTake awaythis mask of flesh and bone andsee me for my soulalone

If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night, only light.And if my love could grow wings,I’d...

I’ve always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

History’s a bitch when you’re in the middle of it.

The name sounds almost too perfect. And as I said, you look perfect, too. The only thing left… is to be perfect.

That’s what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you’re not sure what the poet’s talking about. You may have an idea, but you can’t be sure. Not a hundred...

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

Teens in the ’90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

You can’t stop the futureYou can’t rewind the pastThe only way to learn the secret…is to press play.

It was lovebecause it was worth it.

But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

I can’t. You can’t rewrite the past.

When you write a book for publication, you’re writing it for other people to read.

After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I simply turned out the lights and went to bed.

Everything…affects everything

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we’d all be a little bit happier.