It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

I have spent my life waiting for something to happen,’ she said. ‘And I have come to understand that nothing will. Or it already has, and I blinked during that moment and it's gone. I don't know which is worse — to have missed it or to know there is nothing to miss.’ Falling Angels

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

Don't write about what you know - write about what you're interested in. Don't write about yourself - you aren't as interesting as you think.

You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.