She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
Music’s a wood you walk through.
I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.
...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.
One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.