[E]verywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can take a photo, but they don't want to actually play with them, they'd rather drink coffee talking to other adults. Sometimes there's a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn't even hear.

I got in the habit of giving away a book as soon as I've finished it because I lived in a housing co-op at Cambridge and had no space to keep books.

People are locked up in all sorts of ways.

I remember manners, that's when people are scared to make other persons mad.

I think there are few films out there that take motherhood seriously.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

...sentences swallowed and sung back and swallowed all over again. She was made entirely out of words.