I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.

Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.

Scratch a fantasy and you'll find a nightmare.

The truth, or success, of any writer's story lies partly in its specificity and its emotional honesty.

the mother's first job is to raise a daughter strong enough to outlast her.