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.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

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.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

It's good to be in love.