Please come back soon. The window is always open.

Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

She whispered, 'C'etait la Verite?' Was that Verity? Or perhaps she just meant, Was that the truth? Was it true? Did any of it really happen? Were the last three hours real? 'Yes,' I whispered back. 'Oui. C'etait la verite.

You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it.

The very term "turning pages" suggests nonstop action. But I am all about character and beautiful writing. I eat that up like popcorn. Whether a book is action-packed or not, all I need are well-written prose and quirky, fabulous characters to keep me going.