...aware, as always, that the truth isn't much of substitute for a good answer.

People in small towns, much more than in cities, share a destiny.

To weigh and evaluate a vast grid of information, much of it meaningless, and to arrive at sensible, if erroneous, conclusions, is a skill not to be sneezed at.

And there comes a time in your life when you realize that if you don't take the opportunity to be happy, you may never get another chance again.

I was the one who did come through that door. You were the one she was waiting for.

When I look back over my novels what I find is that when I think I'm finished with a theme, I'm generally not. And usually themes will recur from novel to novel in odd, new guises.

I don't think America has ever had a center the way London is the center of England or Dublin is the center of Ireland.