"When vain desire at last and vain regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?
~
Boş arzu sonunda boş pişmanlıkla
Elele gidince ölüme, herşey boşalınca,
Ne dindirebilir ki unutulmamış acıyı
Ve öğretebilir unutmamışa unutmayı?"
'Your sister... I gather she's been ill.'
She looked away up at the sun-filled sky and down again and straight at me, and in a shattering moment of awareness I saw the pain and the cracks behind the bright public façade.
“Does that word mean nothing to you?” I say.
“What word?” asks Kat.
“Love,” I say. “You use it a lot.”
“I have infinite love to give,” Kat says to the sky.
“Right,” I say to my shoes.
When I ache, I write, and transfer my emotional experience onto the page, where I am every character.
I feel what my characters are feeling, and sometimes when I write, my heart races.