She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.
I just love historical fiction.
The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.
Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.
Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.
Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them.
I think your vision gets better as you get older.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine...
Never take what’s offered, always ask for more.
You can’t argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.
Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.
I’m wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it’s stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.
The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can’t you see? I do not.
Becuse God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.
I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.
She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.
For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.
Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be.
There was a basket at her feet. She reached into it and lifted out the head of a young woman, a marquise. She wore Bourbon white to her death, but wears the tricolor now – white cheeks, blue lips, red dripping from her neck. Long live the revolution.
Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.