The boy’s skeletal frame was now all that remained of him, and through his flesh could be seen the steady beat of his indomitable heart.

She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.

She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.

Her sadness was like a deep well just beneath the surface of her determination.

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?

Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.

There is a man waiting for a woman like you, don't settle for someone who only opens half of your heart.

You can always rely on a society of equals taking it out on the women.

Old maids like the houseless and unemployed poor, should not ask for a place and an occupation in the world: the demand disturbs the happy and the rich.

I don't worry about long-term history. I won't be around to read it.

People may resist our advice, spurn our appeals, reject our suggestions, refuse our help, but they are powerless against our prayers.

A great thing shall I make hereof in Heaven of endless worship and everlasting joys.

When I finish a first draft, it's always just as much of a mess as it's always been. I still make the same mistakes every time.

In my writers' room, which is mostly men, I get a lot of questions like "What would be the quickest way to pass as a seemingly normal guy between the ages of twenty-five and forty years old?"

I am a gypsy. I havent' had a home for a long time. Call me a homeless person - I just throw everything in a bag and I'm good to go.