Of course Stephen King doesn't believe in teen novels. I've started to suspect he doesn't even believe in teenagers.

You don't even realize you're living in a before until you wake up one day and find yourself in an after.

Don't go looking in dark places, because dark things live there.

The only thing more dangerous than a willingness to ignore the Law is an ability to change it.

I should probably start with the blood.

Teen fiction should be about teenagers - no matter how many arguments there are about what YA lit should be, this seems like the one thing we can all agree on.

I believed in happily ever after as much as anyone, because Jane Austen, Prince Charming, and Hugh Grant promised me it could happen. But maybe that particular delusion was universal.

But things don't just fall apart. People break them.

Not that my arms are getting tired or anything, but... how much longer is the hugging phase going to last?

Full Disclosure: I hate David with the passion of a thousand fiery suns all going to supernova at the same time

Nor did I need anyone's pity, but I would accept it with grace, because I have been well trained. Rudeness was a sign of weakness. Grace stemmed from power, the powere to accept anything and move on.

'The Iliad' includes some snappy sports reporting, and writers ever since have been probing athletes for signifiers, for metaphor amped by grit under pressure.

I see this quality [real interest and joy] in the work of [Pavel] Chekhov, of course, and [Alexei] Tolstoy and really just about any great writer.

Life consists with wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.

TALENT PROVIDES HOPE FOR ACCOMPLISHMENT, BUT PERSEVERANCE GUARANTEES IT.

Sometimes you have to abandon your own children for other children.

None of this was written to hurt anybody's feelings.

We have one cat. I had eight cats and six dogs in Los Angeles.

I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

Were it not for the transformative love of Jesus Christ, I would have been raised by a single mom without my father in the household, this is our fight, and that is why I'm running for president.

We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.