Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

A fire can't burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.

Ross believed in past lives. Moreover, he believed that the person you fell in love with in each life was the same person you fell in love with in the life before, and the one before that. Sometimes, you might miss her - she'd be reborn in post-World War I generation, and you wouldn't come back until the fifties. Sometimes, your paths would cross and you wouldn't recognize each other. Get it right - that is: fall madly, truly, deeply - and perhaps there'd be an eternity carved out solely for the two of you.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

I think the 'New York Times' reviews overall tend to overlook popular fiction, whether you're a man, woman, white, black, purple or pink. I think there are a lot of readers who would like to see reviews that belong in the range of commercial fiction rather than making the blanket assumption that all commercial fiction is unworthy.