Jealousy knows more than truth does.

From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the only thing left for me to do was to try to be the best writer in the world.

She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

Old people, with other old people, are not so old.

Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.

How strange women are.

Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.