When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

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

I've always admired your rather formidable will, your refusal to back away from difficulties, but sometimes strength isn't about perseverance. Sometimes it's about knowing when to quit.

I just love historical fiction.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox