She felt a small shudder of fear. Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. There was fear of cold, of sickness and hunger. There was fear of beasts.
There could be love,” Jonas whispered.
She would die, Claire realized, before she would give up the love she felt for her son.
Oh, sometimes it’s just easier to please people,” Maria said finally.
Suddenly he was aware with certainty and joy that below, ahead, they were waiting for him; and that they were waiting, too, for the baby.
It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.
Evil can do anything, for a price.
Fear dims when you learn things.
She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.
And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.
The writer after all is only half the book, the other half is the reader.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.
There is something about that moment, when literature becomes accessible, and a door of the world opens.
Writing is self employment, so you can make your own schedule.
Take pride in your pain; you are stronger than those who have none.
It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything.
Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?
Making lists of reasons was sometimes a good way to figure things out.
He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.
Memory is the happiness of being alone.