This is what I know: people's hopes go on forever.

“You see, in my view a writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily…”

“Travel light. She extended her arms to embrace her house, maybe the whole world.”

“Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.”

“The next day you look at the new pages. For once you don't want to burn them or…”