There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - something dreadful happening to her child.

I want to live," he said, "So I have to die.