“ All my life I have written letters - to our mother, our relatives, a wide circle of friends and acquaintance, to my husband, to you. Correspondence has always been as necessary to my happiness as a we… Delia Sherman
“ My horse is plodding down a path unspooling under her hooves like a ball of wool, only wider, while I think of ways to wake kings or small children or writers, all of whom seem to be constantly sleepi… Delia Sherman
“ Anybody who can get through March without breaking a glass, a friendship, a secret, a promise, or somebody's nose is either a saint or on vacation in Florida. Delia Sherman
“ What was the good of dreaming of adventure if you turned your back on the first one that came your way? Delia Sherman
