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

Ethics are not necessarily to do with being law-abiding. I am very interested in the moral path, doing the right thing.

You can step in the same river but the water will always be new.

Sometimes,' Sylvie said, 'one can mistake gratitude for love.

Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren't we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my evolution and develop earlids?

Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.

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.