She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

“As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a…”

“But let other pens treat of sex and sexuality; we quit such odious subjects as …”

“Few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to book…”

“...it struck her, this was tragedy-- not palls, dust, and the shroud; but child…”