The feeling that you get.... when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge out your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only silence. Indifference. But merely stand looking at the playbills, sighing because your name is not on them, and the devil himself appears at your elbow full of sympathy and suggestions. And that's why I did it....Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.

Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insame. Hey, let's have a crepe.

I just love historical fiction.