Quote of the Day
"A poet as well as an artist? I'm impressed." "And I'm flattered, but it's a matter of cruel necessity." He rubbed his red head against a wall, scritch-scratch , and tapped an agitated fingertip on the bricks beside his thigh. "I have no paints. No tools . My inspiration overflows and runs to ruin. Alas, one must make do. And now here you are," he added with a cunning grin. "My muse, delicate as a rose and clever as thorns. And all I have are words. What a shocking waste." The Diabolical Miss Hyde by Viola Carr.