Quotes from Carol Morgan

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.

Like nature, like life. The storm will pass. The night will end. Spring will come.

Time heals all wounds or Time wounds all heels. Take your pick... oh, life's small choices.

There should be more to writing than entertaining an already-brain-dead society and making money. If not,then you miss the point of writing.

Writing is like talking without anyone to interrupt you.

The essence of writing? A hound chasing a fox: irrationally compelled to win the prize and eventual disappointment that it's eluded you.