If you are going to abandon your work because someone speaks ill of it, then it has never been your work, has it? It becomes theirs. You give it up. — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“What was it about the world that it could not face the reality it lived?” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“Life, he now knew, was a fleet sprint from birth to death, revealed at twilight to be astonishingly brief.” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“In some ways I liked the struggle better, I think. It clarified what was important.” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“Both carried, despite their martial postures, an aura of sorrow, though ghosts of smiles flickered across their faces. They would have recognized one another… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“For all the things we say to our children for their own good, very little good ever comes of it.” — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
“And even if something had once been committed to paper, did it mean that it was still true? Always true? Unlike the relative permanence… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
Love and war, it seemed, worked by the same rules. One had to hurry, before the fires flared out. — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
If you are going to abandon your work because someone speaks ill of it, then it has never been your work, has it? It… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
Once in a rare while, you get to read a story of such breathtaking beauty and intelligence that you remember why you love to… — Robin Oliveira Copy Share Image
