Either things grow and change or they die.

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted.

A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.

The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.