If you don't stop apologizing, you're going to convince me you've done something wrong..

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness..

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to….

Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together..

I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too..

I probably coughed self-pityingly in response, little aware that I was about to cross a tremendous threshold beyond which there would be no return, t….

Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings..

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person..

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?.

In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning p….

Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized..

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else..

Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future..

Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it..

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting..

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season..

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open..

I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper..

I love the structural part of the writing process..

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star..