I love fiction because in fiction you go into the thoughts of people, the little people, the people who were defeated, the poor, the women, the children that are never in history books.
Isabel AllendeSeated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compresses to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy.
Isabel AllendeShow up, show up, show up, and after a while the muse shows up, too. If she doesn’t show up invited, eventually she just shows up
Isabel Allende