A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.

And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.

It's best to have your tools with you. If you don't, you're apt to find something you didn't expect and get discouraged.

Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn't care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

He killed them with their love.

Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.