They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

Don't waste your time on life.

Pregnancy humbles husbands. After an initial rush of male pride they quickly recognise the minor role that nature had assigned them in the drama of reproduction.

Sourmelina's secret (as Aunt Zo put it): 'Lina was one of those women they named the island after.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly