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

It's your eyes. They're ... more serious than they used to be. Like they've seen things they shouldn't have.

If pinpointing God's presence were really that simple, then he supposed the beaches would be more crowded in the mornings. They would be filled with people on their own quests, instead of people jogging or walking their dogs or fishing in the surf.

Yet losing him seemed unbearable. He was the one she loved, the one she would always love, and as he leaned in to kiss her, she gave herself over to him. While he held her close, she ran her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the strength in his arms. She knew he’d wanted more in their relationship than she’d been willing to offer, but here and now, she suddenly knew she had no other choice. There was only this moment, and it was theirs.

People were destined for one another; that's the romantic idea that young girls have, and I guess part of me still believes it.

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

As far as I can tell, dumping soda on people is the equivalent of ‘Hi, it’s nice to meet you’ in this part of the world. Frankly, I think standard greetings work better, but what do I know?