I always want my books to reach a positive point in the end.

What was that thing that could make two people promise one another to spend every day of the rest of their lives together? Ah,I found it. It was a thing called love. A small simple word.

I write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.

We all make mistakes, some bigger than others, but none of us is perfect.

Elizabeth’s hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her and her mother’s intended activities. “Why are you fulfilling all of my mother’s dreams?” she asked, studying his face and searching for answers. “So you don’t run away like she did in search of them,” he replied, taking her hand. “Come on, join in!” he said, leaping around.

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core