Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.

I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

I'm truly grateful for my microwave, which allows me to easily clarify butter, steam vegetables, and - when I am really lazy - feed my three kids in less than five minutes.

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.