Writing is a struggle no matter what the genre.
Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.
The human heart was such a complex organ, fragile and sturdy all at once.
At the centre of every fairy tale lay a truth that gave the story its power
I never felt I was incapable of succeeding because I felt confident I could always learn what I needed to know.
It is a great virtue to be needed. Greater, even, than being liked