I definitely like clothes as much as the next girl, just not to the extent of people who work in the fashion industry.

Focus on yourself -- do what you want, when you want, without having to consider anyone else's agenda.

a few bad apples is no reason not to visit the orchard.

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

Oh, don't be silly - EVERYONE wants this. Everyone wants to be *us*.

Naturally, I mine my girlfriends lives for good anecdotes and stories - so many of their experiences find their way into my books.

I'm not denying that he's a terrific guy, but I'm not sure he's terrific for me.

He certainly seems like the perfect guy but none of that matters if he's not the perfect guy for you.

Mom and Dad were great, but being asked where I was going every time I left the house - or where I'd been every time I returned - got old quickly.

This was exhausting. If she was going to make this kind of emotional investment in someone, he should at least be a proper boyfriend. But for a casual fling? She could drive herself crazy.

It is better to be a lion for one day than a wolf for a lifetime.

be-careful for what you wish for it may be seeking you as well...

Ohh, ' said the girl with a sad tilt of her

The simplification of life is one of the steps to inner peace. A persistent simplification will create an inner and outer well-being that places harmony in one's life.

One might just as well trust in the "good luck" of a rabbit's foot as to hope for spiritual benefit from a Catholic scapular, medal, crucifix, or relic of an alleged "saint."

I'm fine the way I am. There's nothing wrong with me.

Contentment is one of the most distinguishing traits of the godly person, because a godly person has his heart focused on God rather than on possessions or position or power.

Sun, silence, and happiness.

The idea that a student can write a sonnet or a novel without having a sound understanding about its history, and where it fits into literature as a whole, seems to me to be manifestly daft.

She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.