Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.
Isabel AllendeI was such a sullen, angry, sad kid. I'm sure there are writers who have had happy childhoods, but what are you going to write about? No ghosts, no fear. I'm very happy that I had an unhappy and uncomfortable childhood.
Isabel AllendeHe had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything.
Isabel Allende