Critics have a problem with sentimentality. Readers do not. I write for readers.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

The secret to happiness...be satisfied and be grateful.

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do somehing else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

Nobody's favorite movie is some dark, dysfunctional slasher story. Everybody's favorite song is a sentimental song. So why all of a sudden is it bad to be sentimental in books?