That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action after all.

Turn around, and the people you thought you knew might change. Your little boy might now live half a world away. Your beautiful daughter might be sneaking out at night. Your ex-husband might by dying by degrees. This is the reason that dancers learn, early on, how to spot while doing pirouettes: we all want to be able to find the place where we started.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.

There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.

It makes Faith think of a hammock in their yard, a web of rope that she thought would unravel the first time she leaned back on it, but that managed to support her all the same.