No child but must remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies. – Robert Louis Stevenson, Essays in The Art of Writing
Red is passion-lit, orange is flowerageous, yellow is suntastic, pink is lipsensual, green is lifebursting, blue is skyful, purple is berrydancing, gray is cloudrainy. – Terri Guillemets
But what I hope for from a book – either one that I write or one that I read – is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I dont want to think of the writer. – Anne Tyler
