Always let them think of you as singing and dancing.

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

You never know what you will learn till you start writing. Then you discover truths you never knew existed.

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.

There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.

Life... is not simply a series of exciting new ventures. The future is not always a whole new ball game. There tends to be unfinished business. One trails all sorts of things around with one, things that simply won't be got rid of.