Goddamn, Sometimes It Hurt To Be Free.

The Measure Of A Man Comes Down To Moments, Spread Out Like Dots Of Pain On The Canvas On Life. Everything You Were, Everything You'll Someday Be, Resides In The Small, Seemingly Ordinary Choices Of Everyday Life.....each Decision Seems As Insignificant As A Left Turn On An Unfamiliar Road When You Have No Destination In Mind. But The Decisions Accumulate Until You Realize One Day That They've Made You The Man That You Are.

The Hallmark Of My Books Is The Relationships That Define Women's Lives.

When You're A Mom, You Learn About Fear. You're Always Afraid. Always. About Everything From Cupboard Doors To Kidnappers To Weather.

What I Know Now About Life Is This: Your Mother Is A Part Of Everything You Do And Everything You Are.

She Had Been Ready To Love This Man From The Moment She First Saw Him. In All These Years, That Had Never Changed. They'd Hurt Each Other, Let Each Other Down, And Yet, Here They Were After Everything, Together. She Needed Him Now, Needed Him To Remind Her That She Was Live, That She Wasn't Alone, That She Hadn't Lost Everything.