Some writers later, describing the events of that night and day, wrote that Wan'yen of the Altai had seen a spirit-dragon of the river and become afraid. Writers do that sort of thing. They like dragons in their tales.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.