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

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

Everything has to be clean and orderly when I sit down to write. I have candles going, and small objects that remind me of what I am working on, or bring me into the world of the character.

But a child's joy is doubled for the mother, and the sound of her son's laughter began to her heart, a feat she had never believed possible

I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful

I've learned one important lesson in my life, and I'm going to share it with you. Don't worry about bad things that haven't happened yet. It will save you a lot of anxiety.

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.