We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

No, what Great Aunt Winifred was suffering from was the persecution every happily single woman suffers: the predictable social condemnation of her independence and childlessness. Dorothy reminded herself of what she'd learned during a university course on feminist history (with a strong Marxist slant): spinsters are a threat to patriarchy.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.

As a reader I like both great characterization and fast moving plots. The challenge is to balance the both and not compromise one for the other.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.