When Someone Is Mean To Me, I

Happines Is Like Mercury. Hard To Hold, And When We Drop It, It Shatters Into A Million Pieces. Maybe The Bravest Of All Are Those Who Have The Courage To Reach For It Again.

Approach Your Lives As If They Were Novels, With Their Own Heroes, Villains, Red Herrings, And Triumphs.

It's Funny How, Even Long After You've Accepted The Grief Of Losing Someone You Love And Truly Have Gotten On With Your Life, Every Once In A While Something Comes Up That Plays "gotcha," And For A Moment Or Two The Scar Tissue Separates And The Wound Is Raw Again.

When Someone Is Mean To Me, I Just Make Them A Victim In My Next Book.

The Truth Is I Hate Cocktail Parties When The Only Person I Know Is My Supposed Date, And He Abandons Me The Minute We Come In The Door.