Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are

She knows where she's going, and what she has to do. She could, after all, find her way to Route 95 South blindfolded. She could do it in the dark, in fair weather or foul; she can do it even when it seems she will run out of gas. It doesn't matter what people tell you. It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.