An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.

Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.

You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.

Writing is a struggle no matter what the genre.

Talent is required, but much of writing is a matter of craft, which develops with time, attention, patience and practice, like playing an instrument or learning to dance.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

The human heart was such a complex organ, fragile and sturdy all at once.