“I tell everyone who asks me about writing...almost everyone has an idea for a book, and some even have a great ending, but it's that 290 or so pages in between that are tough!”

“I feel sorry for all the men in my future 'cause they'll all be held up to Julien (Grenier/WISHBONE protagonist)and I doubt any of them will cut it.”

“I am a chain-smoking, nocturnal, reality show junky.”

“For every puppy or kitten your pet gives birth to, one dies in the shelter for lack of a home... Spay/Neuter.”

“Move on. It's just a chapter in the past. But don't close the book just turn the page.”

“Within each of us, there lies the innate ability to survive, triumph, and overcome, rewriting the scripts of our own lives, having some power over our fate and the fate of generations to come. Nothing has to be 'just because that's the way it's always been.' -The Boots My Mother Gave Me”

“Why do you do that?” Torrin’s voice echoes in the empty hall. His hand is holding my arm gently, not at all like Derek does. I can’t have this. I can’t. I shouldn’t have ever come here with him. I draw in a shaky breath and pull my arm away. “Do what?” “Walk away every time I ask you something personal?” I stare hard at him. “Why do you do that? He blinks. “Huh?” “Ask so many questions.” His mouth drops open and closes and five long seconds pass before he says, “It’s what people do, Quinn. When they’re getting to know each other.” I shake my head and spin toward the door. “You don’t want to get to know me.”