Much In Our Lives Is Chance.

Our House Is Made Of Glass... And Our Lives Are Made Of Glass; And There Is Nothing We Can Do To Protect Ourselves.

She Wasn't In Love But She Would Love Him, If That Would Save Her.

The Danger Of Motherhood. You Relive Your Early Self, Through The Eyes Of Your Mother.

Obviously The Imagination Is Fueled By Emotions Beyond The Control Of The Conscious Mind.

Novels Usually Evolve Out Of 'character.' Characters Generate Stories, And The Shape Of A Novel Is Entirely Imagined But Should Have An Aesthetic Coherence.