I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .

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

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

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.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

To feel the joy of life, welcome everyone with a smile.

At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution once revealed must seem to be inevitable.

I would not have a career without Facebook and Twitter. That's the truth.

Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

To be successful in writing, use short sentences.

Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

I think that when something ends there's something new starting.

In the school of the spirit, man learns wisdom through humility.

History is a conversation and sometimes a shouting match between present and past, though often the voices we most want to hear are barely audible.

There's something liberating about watching someone not following the rules.