Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.

The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck. The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.

It's easy to write something average or even something good. But writing well is quite challenging.

I think that men know how to romance a woman and most do it well, at least for a time, otherwise women wouldn't marry them. The problem is that most of them begin to rest on their laurels.

It was one thing to divide the major assets, but how was it possible to divide the heart?

She laughed, and the sound was so melodic that I knew I wanted to hear it again.

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.