Of course, an exhausting day at sail lines and nets left little energy to expend on running or laughing. Perhaps that was why her parents couldn't appreciate her music - it wouldn't appear to be hard work to them. Menolly shook her hands, letting them flap from her wrists. They ached and trembled from the constricted movements and tension of an hour of intensive playing. No, her parents would never understand that playing musical instruments could be as hard work as sailing or fishing.

I do outlines when I'm writing with someone, but they also need to have a certain amount of freedom

Make no judgments where you have no compassion.

My eyes are green, my hair is silver and I freckly; the rest is subject to change without notice.

I'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff

A real scientist solves problems, not wails that they are unsolvable.

But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end