Daddy once said, "If you don't know what you believe, Annie, you'll be a lost soul.

A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.

I let myself feel good and sorry for myself, but only for a second. Daddy always said that the most useless of all human emotions was self-pity.

Sorry but nothing of much importance ever happened to me...I'm just a girl who forgot to look both ways before crossing the street.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

But in my defense, I knew enough about her to know I wanted to know everything else; I knew as much about her as she wanted me to know; I knew as much about her as anyone ever knows about anyone. And isn't love just curiosity at the beginning anyway?

I don't believe in writer's block.