The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck. The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.

Stories are as unique as the people who tell them, and the best stories are in which the ending is a surprise.

He was from a different class, too poor, and they would never approve if their daughter became serious with someone like him.

By making the place and the people and the feelings real, by the time someone closes the cover of one of my books, they have, hopefully, felt all of the emotions of life.

What's your heart telling you to do? I don't know.' Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.

People want pretty much the same things: They wanted to be happy. Most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while most older people believed they lay in the past.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.