Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions.

See, some people politely encourage their tone-deaf friends to sing. Some people even convince them to go on live television and audition for national competitions. But me? I am not that friend.

Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service. --

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

Have some carrots. They're good for your eyes.""Then you have some fries. They're good for your... I don't know. They're just good.

I've never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn't fix.

For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.

The Screamingflashed me back to a timewhen mom and dad were still togetherif you could call miles apart together.

I'm always working on stuff. But they never materialize. I'm always working on movies and TV shows.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

Sometimes the easiest-seeming stories to a reader are the hardest kind to write.

We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten-fifteen.

Once you make the decision that you will not fail, the heart and the body will follow.

Everything I've been through, everything I'm about to go through in my career and my life, if my family wasn't with me and didn't support me, it would be really tough.

Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.

A novel usually takes me two years. A year to research and plan and dream. Then a year to write.