“Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.”

“I wonder if they talk about my ending as a tragedy. If the words would have and should have clung their talons behind my name, or if their sentences always have the word was instead of is.”

“Its Batteries! I just know it!”

“If only they would all just leave me alone with my books and my letters, I would be content to let life, and the world pass me by”

“I love you," Sean whispered when they parted.Gazing into his eyes, her heart overflowed with happiness, and there was something more-a feeling of completeness she'd never experienced before. Just like her character Shay, who'd found her soul mate in Jared, Kayla had found hers in Sean.Life had imitated art in the best possible.”

“Sean grinned. “And like the pro you are, you didn’t miss a beat.”“It takes more than a naked chest to rattle me,” she shot back. “Don’t forget, I was able to do love sceneswith Marcus and not puke.”“You should get a reward for that."“I did,” she said softly. “I get to work with you.”

“At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me. I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then”