Hope is the adrenalin of the soul.
You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
God, life changes faster than you think.
In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.
If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life seemed as soft and lovely as lying inside a cocoon of rose silk.
Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.