We writers are resilient souls.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.