People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself.

... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.

She hadn't wanted to be loved carefully, only well.

A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.