Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.

It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.