“I couldn't relax unless I was doing something at the same time”

“I'll have to figure it out for myself. That's thge problem with life. It's not really a spectator sport.”

“There was something else I couldn't quite define--something that made me uneasy. We were a wrong fit, like unmatching puzzle pieces.”

“When you write, you believe in something no one else can see. You spend lots of time committed to a project for which there are no assurances, no guarantees. Being a writer subjects you to the same doubts, the same unpopularity, the same nagging questions that believers struggle with. Writing is communing with the unseen…”

“Tis alright. I'm not going to hurt ye. Ye're one of me kind, I wouldn't dare," he said. So he could sense what she was too. That was encouraging, sort of. "And what if I wasn't?" she asked. The young man chuckled, a warm sound that eased her mind a bit. "Well I wouldn't ravish ye if that's what ye're worried about. I'm a Celt, not a barbarian," he said. Neala couldn't help but smile. "Some would say they are one in the same.”

“There's nothing you can do, Sirus. No one can do this for me, and no one can swoop in and rescue me every time I'm challenged. I have to do this on my own.”

“Everything begins with chioce.”