She goes in with a prejudice and comes out with a statistic.
The central struggle of parenthood is to let our hopes for our children outweigh our fears.
Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.
Slowly we adjust, but only if we have to.
I regard this novel as a work without redeeming social value, unless it can be recycled as a cardboard box.
It has begun to occur to me that life is a stage I'm going through.