You can only chase a butterfly for so long.

A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.

If anyone or anything tries to curse or kill the Goodness at the Center of all things, it will just keep coming back to life. Forever Easter.

Writing is the Art, re-writing the craft.

He is only fifteen! Does she really think he is prepared for marriage, especially with his intellectual range of a teacup?

She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.