Love has a funny way of showing up when you aren't looking for it and didn't plan on it.

The good things that happen to us were meant to happen, and the bad things that happen are lessons meant to teach us to be better.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships - they can't. It interferes.

And when you clear away the cobwebs of the description of every job in the world, at the bottom of that job is service. It's service. And I took that ethic and applied it to my writing craft.

And so, when I was a young writer I always worked hard on imagery, and I knew that the roots of imagery were the senses - and that if my readers could feel, taste and see what I was talking about, I would be able to tell them a story.

If you look around to find meaning in everything that happens, you will end up disappointed. Sometimes there aren’t reasons behind the terrible things that go on. I ask myself, If I knew all the answers, would it help? I lie awake and wonder why I don’t have parents and wonder what will become of my brother and me. But when the morning comes, I realize that there’s nothing to be done about what has already happened. I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.