The Wise County Bookmobile is one of the most beautiful sights in the world to me. When I see it lumbering down the mountain road like a tank . . . I flag it down like an old friend. I've waited on this corner every Friday since I can remember. The Bookmobile is just a government truck, but to me it's a glittering royal coach delivering stories and knowledge and life itself. I even love the smell of books. People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count on the Bookmobile.

If a man walks in beauty, he will create, and when he creates, he prospers.

This is one of those times when explaining a feeling cannot measure up to actually having the feeling

I am in total silence when I write - I don't even like the sound of the dryer going - I like the quiet.

I don't settle in any other area of my life when it comes to excellence, so why should I lower my standards when it comes to boys?

That's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you - without you asking.

The intimacy. The deepest level of love. The knowledge that someone understands you, is rooting for you, is sharing your life.