Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and he'd always identified with poets.

When you know that someone close to you is going to die, there's a natural tendency to want to spend as much time with them as you can.

You're a wonderful person, Jamie. You're beautiful, you're kind, you're gentle...you're everything that I'd like to be. If people don't like you, or they think you're strange, then that's their problem.

Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.

I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. 'But you don't want to keep me, either, do you?' To that, he had no response.

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

None of my characters are rich or famous, and the situations they find themselves in could happen to anyone.