He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

I do like the world quite a lot.

Gratitude is who you are, sans baggage.

I don't want to just see someone's face; I want to know his shadow, too. —Jude

Some relaxation is necessary to people of every degree; the head that thinks and the hand that labors, must have some little time to recruit their diminished powers.

A mourner is, perforce, a person with a story. The pity is, how very rarely it gets told.

In the Christian Story, mind and matter - invisible things and visible things - are both real. The Christian view is not the only way of viewing the world, of course. It has competition.

The trouble with happiness is people don't practice it.

Sunset is the saddest light there is.

Lynda Carter, I think the reason I liked her was because she was so down to earth. Even though she was a big star and she was Miss America, she was very approachable.

Everyone who comes out does a very foolish thing in bringing such a quantity of clothes that he never wants.