. . .There are moments when time does stop. We must be alert enough to notice such moments . . .

All his life he would hold this moment as exemplary of what love was. It was not wanting anything more, nor was it expecting people to exceed what they had just accomplished; it was simply feeling so complete.

Sell my old clothes - I'm off to heaven

It's my experience that very few writers, young or old, are really seeking advice when they give out their work to be read. They want support; they want someone to say, "Good job."

She felt detached from her family, and thought it strange how they had lavished so much attention on her, as a child, and then at some appointed, prearranged time they seemed to stop the flow of affection and being the expectations - as if, for a brief phrase, you were expected to absorb love (and get enough), and then, for a much longer and more serious phase, you were expected to fulfill certain obligations.

You take every opportunity given you in this world, even if you have too many opportunities. One day, the opportunities stop, you know.

You only grow by coming to the end of something and by beginning something else.