It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you two make me believe that true love really exists. And that even the darkest hours can't take that away.

if you put your trust in God, you’ll be all right in the end.

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

I have a great wife and it's very easy to be romantic because it makes her happy and then my life is so much better when she's happy.

The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

I think that men know how to romance a woman and most do it well, at least for a time, otherwise women wouldn't marry them. The problem is that most of them begin to rest on their laurels.