In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled moments.

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

I simply love writing good stories, that's my passion.

In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.

It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.

Adults weren’t supposed to understand their children and you were doing something wrong if they did.

The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.