Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.

Some say writing is its own reward. I write for money, but writing for money is not so bad, especially when that writing brings you joy.

The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything.

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

It’s better to live like a flame, to know a man and love him even if he can’t be yours, then never to love at all.

I woke up this morning,” Gabriel said, “thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don’t realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man’s usual inclination in the morning.