I don't want to have to earn love by giving up my ability to make decisions that determine how I live.

Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.

She still remembered sitting for hours as a little girl and pretending to be a hassock. A foot stool. Because if she could just stay very small, and very quiet, her mother would forget she was there, and then she wouldn't scream about people and places and things that had gone wrong.

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

Some say writing is its own reward. I write for money, but writing for money is not so bad, especially when that writing brings you joy.

You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

Let go of the anger, hang on to the good lessons.