I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.

It was good and nothing good is ever lost.

She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.

Life is so extraordinary. Wonderful surprises are just around the most unexpected corners.

I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.

She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.

She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.