I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

Don't take my advice. Or anyone's advice. Trust yourself. For good or for bad, happy or unhappy, it's your life, and what you do with it has always been entirely up to you.

Every couple needs to argue now and then. Just to prove that the relationship is strong enough to survive. Long-term relationships, the ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and the valleys.

I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.

I have certain moral parameters that I do not cross in writing; I don't write about adultery or kids having premarital sex.

It's easy to write something average or even something good. But writing well is quite challenging.