If you're a bird... I'm a bird.

All characters come from people I know, but after the initial inspiration, I tend to modify the characters so they fit with the story.

The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck. The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.

Life, he decided, was for living, not for having, and he wanted to experience every moment that he could.

If you're going to sit on someone's tombstone, you might as well know something about them, right?

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

You really love her don't you," she said. With all my heart." She looked as sad as I'd ever seen her. What's your heart telling you to do?" I don't know." Maybe", she said gently,"You're trying to hard to hear it.