I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

Did you ever wonder if the person in the picture is the same one you see when you look in the mirror?" - "That's the eternal question, isn't it? Are we born who we are, or do we make ourselves that way?

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

I pointed to the wound. "It's missing," I said. My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?

True love can break the most powerful curse

The legal system works really well, if you communicate a certain way. But if you don't, it all goes to Hell in a handbasket really quickly.