Moonlight lined the windowsills like a fall of snow.

Moonlight lined the windowsills like a fall of snow.

Being constantly with children was like wearing a pair of shoes that were expensive and too small. She couldn't bear to throw them out, but they gave her blisters.

no one had experiences any more, only traumas.

I am of the firm belief that everybody could write books and I never understand why they don't. After all, everybody speaks. Once the grammar has been learnt it is simply talking on paper and in time learning what not to say.

When passion is mutual, there is always the danger of the fire burning to ashes.

Once the grammar has been learned, writing is simply talking on paper and in time learning what not to say.