Here, he felt like a stranger in a strange- and extremely seductive- land. In contrast to the places of his past, Bella Vista seemed weighted by a sense of permanence- the old country house with its c...
An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.
You have seven writers in your basement?Donald nods, signing, They like it here. There’s a poet, a couple of novelists, an opera librettist, an essay writer . . . . They don’t usually make much troubl...
You're never alone when you're reading a book.
Love comes into your life in its own time, not when you’re ready.
It isn’t fair, but maybe that’s the whole point. Fairness has no part in real life, and she took that lesson away from the Hotel Angeline with her.
She had always been good at dreaming, but what she had never done before was believe a dream could actually come true.
What is home? Maybe it’s not a place, but a moment in time. When I was safe. Secure. Cared for. Home. It’s more than a point on a map. It’s a sensation. A feeling of comfort—feet
Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.
This is the first real food I've had since the patisserie trolley at the Bordeaux airport, Shannon said. She took a bite, and an expression of rapture came over her face. They'll probably close the bo...
Gale winds of emotion shuddered through her in unending waves.
During the post-breakdown period, she read books the way an addict swallowed pills. She devoured stories one after the other, trying not to let reality intrude too deeply.
You cannot make a man love me any more than you can keep a flower from turning its face to the sun. Nature has endowed us with certain urges. That’s why we speak of the magic of love.
This job made it possible for you to stay home all day and draw pictures.
Sometimes desperation can look a lot like bravery,
One afternoon, she went to Washington Square
Talent is required, but much of writing is a matter of craft, which develops with time, attention, patience and practice, like playing an instrument or learning to dance.
She knew the soothing power of a human touch on aching flesh. Knew the strange bond that formed when two creatures united in mutual need, one hurting, the other healing.
Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn’t know were parched.
½ cup softened sweet butter 1 small (3-ounce) stick of softened cream cheese 1¼ cup flour a small jar of jam—choose apricot, raspberry or apple a sprinkle of powdered sugar Beat the butter and cream c...