sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.

Maybe love is thinking that every time your partner does or says something mundane that you want to start a Mexican wave from here to Uzbekistan in utter delight.

...God leads you to it and takes you through it.

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is . . . then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.

Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road, stuff I didn’t care about so that I couldn’t lose anything I really loved ever again.

Some people say that you shouldn't operate from a place of fear but if there is no fear, how is there a challenge?

I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.