One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.

A romance novel focuses exclusively on two people falling in love. It can't be about a woman caring for her aging mother or something like that. It can have that element, but it has to be primarily about the male-female relationship.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

There are always times in life that you don't fit in. But you have to go forward and make a place for yourself. That's what growing up is all about. Being strong and believing in yourself-even when you're most afraid.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.