I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.

There was nothing like a Saturday - unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.

...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

Women are the worst. They zero in on some guy.Oh boy, he's the one, gotta get me that one. So they do. Then they spend the rest of their time trying to figure out how to change him. Then if they manage it, they're not all that interested anymore, because guess what? He's not the one anymore.

Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

Certainly the plagiarism, and dealing with the fallout of it, was the most difficult thing I've ever faced since I started writing.