I might kiss you. I might be bad at it. That's not possible.

I want her to be smart and kind... and I want you to fall in love with her, because you shouldn't spend the rest of your life alone.

I want you to be.... happy.

I do not use profanity in my novels. My characters all go to church.

When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.

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.