...there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes you.

There are only three possible endings -aren't there? - to any story: revenge, tragedy or forgiveness. That's it. All stories end like that.

One room is always enough for one person. Two rooms is not enough for two people. That is one of the conundrums in life.

For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.

Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.

Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what's in it until it's too late!