No man can take your freedom from you. They can limit your mobility, but that's about all they can do

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

It's hard to make changes. Things get so comfortable and you don't want to move. Maybe it would do you good to be a little uncomfortable for a while, and do something different.

A bad review is like baking a cake with all the best ingredients and having someone sit on it.

What’s ready? Was Steinback ready? Hemingway? Shakespeare? Dickens? Jane Austen? They just did it, didn’t they?

You can have anything you want, if you go out and get it. If you claim it as your own. You have a right to it.