I'll admit that it's not easy to get an agent, but becoming successful in anything requires perseverance.

Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle." "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle." She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.

It's okay to be sad. Everyone gets sad now and then. Even me.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

I knew even then how rare that kind of love is. Only the luckiest people get to experience it at all.

I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.