Love, when it came and knocked on my door, was going to be enough. And that unknown author who'd written that if you had fame, it was not enough, and if you had wealth as well, it was still not enough, and if you had fame, wealth, and also love ... still it was not enough - boy, did I feel sorry for him.
Virginia C. AndrewsWe lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.
Virginia C. AndrewsThere is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
Virginia C. Andrews