The time has to be right and the heart willing.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.

All wisdom ends in paradox.

Dieting fooled you into thinking you could control your life.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

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.