I'm insatiably curious.
Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
The process of giving is without limits.
I think everybody has a secret life.
Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving.
...we do not simply get showered with Hollywood money because we happened to write a little story about wizards one day. It's not winning the lottery. It's a real job, which real people do, and they have the same real problems as other real people.