...his wartime experience had taught him to trust his instincts, even though he'd never been sure where they'd come from.

That's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.

I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why--out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved--I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

Marriage is about compromise; it's about doing something for the other person, even when you don't want to.

I do not use profanity in my novels. My characters all go to church.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.