“I have said before, and shall say again, that I write this book for love of your love.”
“Say it again.”She giggled before she said, “I love you.”“Oh, baby, I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”
“How I love - writing, acting, breathing the atmosphere- and one day I'll have it. If I cannot write, I shall die.”
“So I be written in the Book of Love,I have no care about that book above;Erase my name, or write it, as you please -So I be written in the Book of Love.”
“Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book. Will you write me another one? ”
“I don't say this to hurt you, love." The endearment slipped out without me even thinking about it.(...)"Say it again," he said. "Call me your love.”