I changed your life.” She looked down at the peach they shared. “You changed min. I’m glad of it.” And back into his eyes. “Every day. I’m glad of it. I’d like a pond, and maybe something to sit on so we could watch the creepy, interesting fish.” “That would suit me very well.” She linked her arms around his neck, laid her cheek on his. Love finds a way, she thought.

Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You’re not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on.

My fondest wish, I suppose, would be to die at the keyboard right after finishing a book, perhaps with a little time off to have some really good sex. It's not, 'Oh, thank God, this is book No. 250. I can die now.'

One of my greatest pleasures is falling into a story someone else has written.

Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.

There is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.

We make destiny with every turn, every choice.