When I told you that I’d pray for you, what did you think I was talking about?

A good man is hard to find," she said wistfully. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are.

I may be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes, the memories of that day will be the final images that float through my mind. I still love her, you see, and I‟ve never removed my ring. In all these years I‟ve never felt the desire to do so.

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

I don't write fantasy, I write reality. Also, my novels have roots to Greek tragedies and as such, there has to be tragedy.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.

It’s never too late to do the right thing.