Either things grow and change or they die.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

I love to swim, and I love being near water.

All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.

Either things grow and change or they die.