If You’re Alive, Don’t Move, If You’re

I Didn't Want To Pick At Micah And Me Until We Unraveled. I Wanted To Leave It Alone And Enjoy It. I Just Didn't Know How To Do That.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

There Are Wounds That Never Show On The Body That Are Deeper And More Hurtful Than Anything That Bleeds.

Is This A Private Fight, Or Can Anyone Join?

I Try Not To Worry About Rewriting Books That Worked Well The First Time. I'm Too Busy Writing New Books To Worry About Things That Are Already In Print