As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

You must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.

It's been said that the men in my books have been absent, or weak, or creepy.

Sylvie's knowledge, like Izzie's, was random yet far-ranging, 'The sign that one has acquired one's learning from reading novels rather than an education.

Patricia embraces me on the station platform. 'The past is what you leave behind in life, Ruby,' she says with the smile of a reincarnated lama. 'Nonsense, Patricia,' I tell her as I climb on board my train. 'The past's what you take with you.

Love was the hardest thing. Don't let anyone ever tell you different.