After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

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.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.

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.