The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.

You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.

You should be careful about who you pretend to be, because who you pretend to be - is actually who you are!

Literature is the only art in which the audience performs the score.

We'd been apart so long--I'd been dead so long," she said in English. "I thought surely you'd built a new life, with no room in it for me. I'd hoped that." "My life is nothing but room for you." I said. "It could never be filled by anyone but you.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

I used my daughter's crayons for each main character. One end of the wallpaper was the beginning of the story, and the other end was the end, and then there was all that middle part, which was the middle.