You know reviewers, they are the wind in their own sails.

Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.

The past is all we know of the future.

You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

Fiction is a sort of inter-human magic, allowing you to travel into a scene and feel it tingle on your skin.

Once you start cooking, one thing leads to another. A new recipe is as exciting as a blind date. A new ingredient, heaven help me, is an intoxicating affair.