Lucia Sandoval

“There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.”
― Irwin Shaw

“Every story, no matter how different, was about her; except I got to write the happy ending I didn’t get to live.”
― Bobby Underwood, Ruff Draft: Stories My Dog Didn't Write

“She was practically an invalid ever after I could remember her, but used what strength she had in lavish care upon me and my sister, who was three years younger. There was a touch of mysticism and poetry in her nature which made her love to gaze at the purple sunsets and watch the evening stars. Whatever was grand and beautiful in form and color attracted her. It seemed as though the rich green tints of the foliage and the blossoms of the flowers came for her in the springtime, and in the autumn it was for her that the mountain sides were struck with crimson and with gold.”
― Calvin Coolidge, Autobiography of Calvin Coolidge

“Writing is a bittersweet addiction. The more it drains you; the more replenished you feel, and you crave it even more.”
― Anthea Syrokou