The truth often does sound unconvincing.

And, of course, afterwards -- one always hears these things afterwards, so much better if one heard them before -- we found out that dozens of empty brandy bottles were taken out of the house every week!

I continued to do arithmetic with my father, passing proudly through fractions to decimals. I eventually arrived at the point where so many cows ate so much grass, and tanks filled with water in so many hours. I found it quite enthralling.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

One does what one can, not what one cannot.

There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.

Hate doesn't last. Love does.