After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.
You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.
You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
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.