She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

DNA tells you all the secrets of life,’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it.

Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.

There is an advantage to be found in most everything that happens to you, even if it is not immediately apparent.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

I grew up on a mixed diet of mass and class, and I still read that way. I hate it when people apologize for what they read. Some bestsellers aren't exactly literary. So what? They're fun and rip-roaring, Who instituted the book police and why do we have to answer them? Grrrrr!