I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. —Margaret

I rewrite my books until they're mostly memorized so that's a lot of rewrites, a lot of time spent with my stories.

In all your getting, get understanding.

You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

My favorite reader is one that revisits books and gets something new out of them each time.

A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.