I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.

I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.

If you don't read for pleasure, you'll lose your edge as a writer.

It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.

What do you know about life? " Bitterness ached in her throat. " You were born with everything. You never had to struggle for a single thing you wanted, never had to worry if you'd be accepted or loved or wanted back." He stared at her, grateful for the moment that she couldn't see that he'd spent nearly half of his life worrying that she, the single thing he wanted, would accept him, love him, and want him back.

If sex is dignified it's not being done right.

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.