I would not send a first story anywhere. I would give myself time to write a number of stories.

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.

She supposed that all those years of loving a person who was dishonest had taught her a few things.

We are all #humans and we all make #mistakes. We #hurt people even if we don't want to.

War will bring the revolution; revolution will stop the war.

She had listened to him, partly sympathetic, partly horrified. For it was one thing for her to reject her background, to be critical of her family's heritage, another to hear it from him.