Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

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

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

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours.

. . . companions were to be valued, wherever one found them.

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.

Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.