Bev Pettersen writes with flair and a down-to-earth warmth that will make you smile and sigh with contentment.

I have learned that most of us must face some form of challenge in our lives. But without hardship, we wouldn’t learn and grow.

Don’t lose faith in the good things, even when life is tough. The good things come in waves, along with the bad.

Writing is a solitary occupation, and we like it that way.

Strange, how death had a way of turning a table upside down in an instant. It swept away all the dust that covered treasures, blew the fog from one’s view, knockedaway facades.

Golf has too much walking to be a good game, and just enough game to spoil a good walk.

Good ideas are not adopted automatically. They must be driven into practice with courageous impatience.

The Great Gatsby' [...] was my 'Tom Sawyer' when I was twelve [....]

We're just musically and rhythmically retarded. We play so hard that we can't tune our guitars fast enough. People can relate to that.

Give the enemy an inch, hell take a yard.

Through obedience learn to command.

We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.

Reform, like charity, must begin at home.

I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was something. Something special. And proud of it. For a time. Then they turned on me. He turned on me. I remember . . . dying.