“ Wasting time changes the nature of time. And the heart is stilled. ”
Hope is a strange commodity. It is an opiate. We swear we have relinquished it and, lo, here comes a day when, all unannounced, our enslavement to it returns.
~ Rose Tremain
In the planning stage of a book, don't plan the ending. It has to be earned by all that will go before it.
And it is silence that she hears, the silence of lost years that have no voice left in them.
Acceptance, she thinks, is the harshest lesson life teaches and the one most important to learn.
