I always thought that eventually there would be a moment where I realized that I had practiced enough and now I was ready to be a professional writer. Then I befriended a number of successful professional writers and realized that none of them ever felt ready. After that I decided I might as well stop waiting to feel ready and just get started.

He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.

You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.

It’s that I think Will is angry with me,” Tessa explained. “So whatever he told you—” He laughed. “Will is angry with everyone,” he said. “I don’t let it color my judgment.

I don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for.

The letter I received said you had need of my particular talents, but I must confess that I have so many talents that I am not sure which one you require.

It is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been possible... that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself- flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misure as you know him to be- he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you misery, bring you to sorrow and repetance, blight you, disgrace you, pull you down with him