It's through the small things that we develop our moral imagination, so that we can understand the sufferings of others.

Small things may be important to us; to be a sometime anything is sometimes something.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

There is plenty of work for love to do.

Every novel presents a slice of life. A noir policier for example presents one slice, one that perhaps addresses social dysfunction or some sort of pathology, while mine present a slice that is more upbeat and affirmative.

A wedding was a strange ceremony, she thought, with all those formal words, those solemn vows made by one to another; whereas the real question that should be put to the two people involved was a very simple one. Are you happy with each other? was the only question that should be asked; to which they both should reply, preferably in unison, Yes.

If your ceiling should fall down, then you have lost a room, but gained a courtyard. Think of it that way.