...there are people who added goodness to the world and people who lived to destroy it.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable.

America was in full swing now, all the papers said so, and people were rushing forward, leaving behind the horrors of war. She understood the reasons, but they were rushing, like Lon, toward long hours and profits, neglecting the things that brought beauty to the world.

I suddenly understood that even love and caring weren't always enough. They were the concrete bricks of our relationship, but unstable without the mortar of time spent together, time without the threat of imminent separation hanging over us.

At night, when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a way to return to me.

You can't be a writer if you don't write, it's just that simple.

Jamie: "I didn't want anybody to be weird around me." Landon: "Including me?" Jamie: "Especially you! You know, I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it, and then you happened!"