We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

Choosing writing as a career, just by itself, is a measure of not being a calculating person.

A thousand recollected lives were passing through her, a thousand stories - of love and work, of parents and children, of duty and joy and grief. Beds slept in and meals eaten, and the bliss and pain of the body, and a view of summer leaves from a window on a morning it had rained; the nights of loneliness and the nights of love, the soul in it's body keeping always longing to be known.

We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

The world was a world of dreaming souls who could not die.

As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.

This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.