Suddenly I realize that this is what I've been waiting for - a man who depends entirely on me... I dreamed for years of a man who couldn't live without me, a man who pictured my face when he closed his eyes, who loved me when I was a mess in the morning and when dinner was late and even when I overloaded the washing machine and burned out the motor. [My son] stares up at me as if I can do no wrong. I have always wanted someone who treats me the way he does; I just didn't know that I'd have to give birth to him.

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am.

I wonder if the conversations you've never had with someone count, if you've been over them a thousand times in your mind.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.

In Poland, for a while, my books all had cartoons on the cover. I trust my publishers in each country to know what works in their individual markets.

I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - something dreadful happening to her child.