Stephanie Perkins

Flynn looks up at the sky, at the North Star above us. Polaris, it’s called. A fixed point, more accurate than any compass. You always know where you are when you look up at it

Growing up, there’d been so many times she’d wished her mom could be a lawyer or a banker or a producer, the kind of jobs some of her friends’ parents had. But when her mother had been invited to show at the prestigious Biennale, and Luba had sold a ring so Sophie could accompany her, she’d been so proud of her mother, the artist.

The whole mess started when I lit the church on fire

My list of achievements is quite impressive, if I do say so myself.

My failures equal one.

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you