What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.