My first job was as an assistant in the local library. Self fulfilling prophecy?

They say that there are moments that open up your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again.

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself.

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

Who spit in your porridge?

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

I had absolutely no trauma in my childhood. If anyone ever assumed that my books were autobiographical, they'd be sorely disappointed, because none of these things happened to me.