Occupation: Author Birth: 1976
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one….
The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience: calm acceptance….
In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time..
Always remember, with a strong enough will, even the weak can wield great power..
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'….
But in my humble opinion, a house needs a good party once in a while; remind folks it exists..
when you love someone you’ll do just about anything to keep them..
The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An ungua….
I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper..
I love the structural part of the writing process..
Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open..
Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?.
Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized..
Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future..
In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else..
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..