I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.

You give her all your french fries, even when she won't give you back onion rings,' Sophie says. 'And when you say her name it sounds different.' How?' Sophie thinks. 'Like it's covered with blankets.

Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.