Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?

I can feel your blood humming under my hand. Are you frightened of me?

I’ve been in darkness nearly all my life, and you brought light into my existance for the first time. And maybe that’s why I started to… have feeling for you. You seemed like a dream....

Trusting anyone can get you killed.

I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You...

It doesn’t matter. I’ll keep saying it until you do.

I thought then that you were the bravest girl I’d ever met, and nothing that’s happened since has changed my mind.

People trust their eyes above all else – but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there

No one knows me. Not anymore

To ugly ducklings everywhere,Don’t worry about those fluffy yellow morons:They’ll never get to be swans

Better naked and alive than decent and dead, I thought.

Aside from wanting to write cracking good books that turn children into lifelong readers, I really want to create stories that enable kids to LOOK at the world around them. To see it for what...

I truly believe that if you have more friends than books, you have too many friends. Or not enough books. Probably both.