Try a little tenderness.

My books usually end where they began. I try to bring characters back to a point that is familiar but different because of the growth that they have gone through.

What brings two people together anyway?

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.

I know I shouldn't say this—I know it as surely as I know the earth is round and beats are evil—and yet here it comes: “It's not too late to change your mind.

Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other?...In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love.