I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.

Who spit in your porridge?

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

No child really chooses his religion; it is just the luck of the draw which blanket of beliefs you are wrapped in.

Hunger, she often tells me, has nothing to do with the belly and everything to do with the mind. What Mary really runs isn't a bakery, but a community.

It's just like nurses in a hospital tend to know more than the doctors most of the time; if you really want to get the answers to a question about court, you should spend more time buttering up the clerks than the judges.

Religion isn't in your DNA. you don't believe just because your parents believe.