Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.

My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories

The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.