Everyone always noticed Ashley. She was like a flashing neon sign for anyone with an ounce of testosterone.

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.

I want you to be.... happy.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

Writing the last page of the first draft is the most enjoyable moment in writing. It's one of the most enjoyable moments in life, period.

Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret.

Just existing is where a lot of living happens.

From victory we learn little, from defeat - everything.

It's off the charts - and if you don't believe the scientists, ask the insurance industry, the people we pay to analyze risk in our society.

In choosing a companion, it is necessary to study the disposition, the inheritance, and training of the one with whom you are contemplating making life’s journey.

Writing is really freeing because it's the only part of the process where it's just you and the characters and you are by yourself in a room and you can just hash it out. There are no limitations.

If you equate happiness with success, you will never achieve the amount of success necessary to make you happy.

Live with fewer things that have greater meaning.

Life does not consist mainly - or even largely - of facts and happenings.

Routine is supposed to be the great deadener of souls; how much worse is the half-completed task, the broken round, the unfulfilled routine?