I have been especially grateful lately for the work of artists - musicians, painters, sculptors, writers - in whose art I find comfort or terror or inspiration. Art is immortal. Time doesn't dull these things - centuries can add mystery to a piece. Marble sculptures inspired me while writing The Blood Confession. Writing The King's Rose I walked around humming "Pastime with Good Company" (it brought the house down at those Tudor shindigs, I'm sure). And often what we read and see can lead us to a place we never expected. We just have to keep our eyes open.