“Writing is my passion, not my job. I need to write as much as I need to breathe, if not more.”
“My mouth was dry. Whispers carried on the wind as the maids around me bunched together in small groups, hysterical, morbid. I thought: who will clean the mess?”
“You don’t need to be married to love someone,' Leas said.”
“Someone once told me how things begin isn’t nearly as important as how they end.”