It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.

All I know is that I fell in love with you, and I've never been more frightened about anything in my entire life.

That she had somehow taken the initiative to learn my name should have struck me then, but it did not. Instead, as she stood on the street with the rain coming down and mascara running onto her cheeks, all I could think was that I'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

I love you, Elizabeth... and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.

Publishing is a business. Writing may be art, but publishing, when all is said and done, comes down to dollars.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have a feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.

They wouldn't understand, and I don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again