Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it..

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting..

In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning p….

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season..

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star..

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness..

If you don't stop apologizing, you're going to convince me you've done something wrong..

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton.

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting..

Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised..

I probably coughed self-pityingly in response, little aware that I was about to cross a tremendous threshold beyond which there would be no return, t….

Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together..

Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings..

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to….

You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never sh….

Wars make history seem deceptively simple. They provide clear turning points, easy distinctions.: before and after, winner and loser, right and wrong….

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours..

Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man..

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept..

The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself..

The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear..