What's great about teen fiction is that it's all mixed up - there's highbrow and lowbrow!

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

I'll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can't fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it.

I like the way men cry. They're efficient.

Because feeling love does make you feel superior. Until you find out you aren't loved back.

...we’re just kids growing up on an island, doing bad things in pretty places.

You can't compare and rank heartache. Pain is pain is pain. There is no precise measurement. No quarter cup.

Perhaps I did nothing because I don't have enough fear to be a good parent.

I'm sorry, " I say. "I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.

Kids are important. The most important thing.

You can make your marriage a little bit of heaven on earth by following God's plan of teamwork.

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

I'm no good at down-time. I panic slightly and then plan a project or set up a meeting about starting a project.

I'm going to be the president of a safe country. We have enough problems.

If I said 'Fall down', he's gonna fall down. I'm still his father.

The music dictates to me which instrument I use. I'm basically waiting for orders as it were.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

The body and mind are dependent.