Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.

While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn't sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn't such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

... The Book is more important than your plans for it. You have to go with what works for The Book - if your ideas appear hollow or forced when they are put on paper, chop them, erase them, pulverise them and start again. Don't whine when things are not going your way, because they are going the right way for The Book, which is more important. The show must go on, and so must The Book.

... how terrible is the pain of the mind and heart when the freedom of mankind is suppressed!

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

You know how creative people are, we have to try everything until we find our niche.