Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle." "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle." She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.
Nicholas SparksPublishing is a business. Writing may be art, but publishing, when all is said and done, comes down to dollars.
Nicholas SparksHe'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.
Nicholas SparksLife, he decided, was for living, not for having, and he wanted to experience every moment that he could.
Nicholas SparksKnowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.
Nicholas SparksHe said his friend Victor called it a lucky charm, and that it kept him safe in Iraq." She felt her pulse pick up tempo, and she brought her face close to Ben's. "Did you say Victor called it a lucky charm?" "Uh-huh." Ben nodded. "That's what he said." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure." Beth stared at her son, feeling at war with herself.
Nicholas Sparks