Martin Wilson's What They Always Tell Us hears the voices of the young as they struggle toward adulthood.
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.
Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.
When I read a good book, it's like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.
Never trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.