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

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.

Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that.

But...as bad as it was, I learned something about myself. That I could go through something like that and survive. I mean, I know it could have been worse--a lot worse-- but for me, it was all I could have handled at the time. And I learned from it.

People were destined for one another; that's the romantic idea that young girls have, and I guess part of me still believes it.

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

By reading a lot of novels in a variety of genres, and asking questions, it's possible to learn how things are done - the mechanics of writing, so to speak - and which genres and authors excel in various areas.