Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.
I write in the mornings, in the bright daylight. But I get most of my good ideas after the sun has gone down and the dark is on the land.
Everything's a lot tougher when it's for real. That's when you choke. When it's for real.
Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.
Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.
Marriage is referred to in the bible as โmystical union,โ and it really is in the sense that two people who donโt know each other get together. Iโm always interested in how much you find out about the other person and how much you donโt find out.