It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.

How wrong to have been so negative, how wrong to have been so gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes.

Elective ignorance was a great survival skill, perhaps the greatest.

I used to think it was hard to write, and I still find the process more or less unpleasant, but if I know what I'm doing it rattles along, then the rewrite whips it into shape rather quickly.

You see more sitting still than chasing after.

Robin turned and looked straight into her. "What's life for?" "I don't know." "I don't either. But I don't think it's about winning.

Without privacy there was no point in being an individual.