He was so patient with me, so genuinely happy for me.

We'll find one just as good. We'll find ours. I love you. He kissed each of her dimples. I'll make you happy.

He makes me mad, and he makes me happy.

Ireland is a land of poets and legends, of dreamers and rebels. All of these have music woven through and around them. Tunes for dancing or for weeping, for battle or for love.

You can't just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.

In the summer of '80, Silhouette bought my first book.

It takes a bit of time, but why hurry through the day just to get to the next?

Why do I find it irresistible when you tell me to go to hell so politely?

I don’t know if it helps, but I know when we lost Dad, we were all just numb, I guess. Just taking a step at a time dealing with all the horrible, practical things you have to deal with. Eventually you find yourself in another place. Some of it’s familiar, some of it’s not. You make something else out of it, and you know you couldn’t have without the person you lost.

Ends and beginnings – there are no such things. There are only middles. ROBERT FROST.