But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.

Just because we don’t see eye to eye on everything doesn’t mean we can’t be close.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.

Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

I think having a good agent is key. I've been with mine for ten years now, and she's very honest with me. There are a lot of times I've sent her books that were not so good because I was tired of writing, or panicked about money, and she's told me flat out, "You don't want this to be your next book. Trust me."