I think that men know how to romance a woman and most do it well, at least for a time, otherwise women wouldn't marry them. The problem is that most of them begin to rest on their laurels.

In the eulogy by the graveside, I told everyone how my sister and I used to sing to each other on our birthday. I told them that, when I thought of my sister, I could still hear her laughter, sense her optimism, and feel her faith. I told them that my sister was the kindest person I;ve ever known, and that the world was a sadder place without her in it. And finally, I told them to remember my sister with a smile, like I did, for even though she was being buried near my parents, the best parts of her would always stay alive, deep within our hearts.

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

Maybe I don't want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I'd like to be defined by what I am.

When you fall in love, love deeply. Be tough but also be open to the possibility of forgiveness.

The next time you're mad at me, talk to me,' he said. 'Don't shut me out. I don't like playing games. And by the way, I had a great time, too.

I love you," he finally whispered. She leaned forward and touched his face. "I know. And I love you, too.