[H]ope takes you by the throat like a stranger, it makes your heart leap.
I spend a lot of my time talking to the dead, but since I get paid for it, no one thinks I'm mad.
It follows that if you are not a mother you are not a grandmother. Your life has become unpunctuated, whereas the lives of other women around you have these distinct phases.
It is almost a joke, but a joke that nobody tells.
Insight cannot be taken back. You cannot return to the moment you were in before.
Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.