I consider myself foremost a novelist with the intent of crafting stories that people will remember.

He liked her; it was as simple as that.

Who did she know in Raleigh who took the time off to fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding images in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted dawn from the bow of a canoe? These weren't the things that drove society, but she felt they shouldn't be treated as unimportant. They made living worthwhile.

There are no authors in my genre. No one is doing what I do.

You were the best friend I ever had, Allie. I'd still like to be friends, even if you are engaged, and even if it is just for a couple of days.

He finally understood that God's presence was everywhere, at all times, and was experienced by everyone at one time or another.

Nana glanced at Ben. "I think your mom has catepillars in her ears. She keeps repeating everything I say like she can't hear me.