Anything Based On Ancient Texts Is Difficult

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.

Drunkeness, She Told Us In A Rare Moment Of Confidence, Is A Sin Against The Fruit, The Tree, The Wine Itself. Wine, Distilled And Nurtured From Bud Into Fruit; It Deserves Reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (page 194.)

Anything That Can Be Dreamed Is True.

The Process Of Writing Is A Little Like Madness, A Kind Of Possession Not Altogether Benign.

Life Is What You Celebrate. All Of It. Even Its End.