I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

There's always pressure, a great deal of pressure, when writing, since my first books were so successful.

I know we loved each other, but distance can do strange things to people and before I was willing to tell you about it, I wanted to be certain that it would last

Traveling has less to do with seeing things than experiencing them.

You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

What was it, he wondered for the hundredth time, that enabled Pastor Harris to hear the answers in his heart? What did he mean when he said he felt God’s presence? Steve supposed he could ask Pastor Harris directly, but he doubted that would do any good. How could anyone explain such a thing? It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.