He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254

I'm fine with whatever comes my way, and whatever doesn't come my way I'm fine with too. I have a very laissez-faire attitude with the whole thing.

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

I wanted to be the moron of the family, because morons seemed to have more fun, more freedom and more personality.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.