Hands down, the hardest part for me is coming up with an idea. I spend about 14 months writing a book, and that's a lot of hours spent thinking about a single project. I simply have to love the idea. I'll go through dozens of workable ideas until I find the one that lights my fire.

Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever.

The at-home mother's life: it was a race with no finish line.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

She used to tell me that she couldn't feel the sunlight anymore, not even when she was standing in it, not even when it was hot on her cheeks