When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

I don’t discount a magical hand of fate. I am an actor, after all, and a Shakespearian, no less. But it can’t be the ruling force of your life. You have to be the driver.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

Every fiction has its base in fact.