Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.

Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

I am always consulted about covers, and give feedback, but I am also aware that what causes a customer to pick a book up off a shelf in the UK is very different from what causes a customer to pick a book up in the US.

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.