The world is much larger than I once dreamed, or perhaps my place in it is smaller than I once realized.

Some loves come unbidden like winds from the sea, and others grow from the seeds of friendship.

Old habits are hard to forget, and old fears are habits.

The first love is the difficult love.

ATLANTA NIGHTS is sure to please the reader who enjoys this sort of thing.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

Writing is hard work; its also the best job Ive ever had.