Moments came and went, she thought. It was love that bound them together into a life.

The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth everything, or nothing at all.

Life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered.

I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure.

he wouldn't mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details?

You can’t go back. Can’t fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference.” She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. “From where I’m standing, you’re the best step I ever took.

Necessity is often the mother of balls