She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else.

We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.

If you read a book that's fiction and you get caught in the characters and the plot, and swept away, really, by the fiction of it - by the non-reality - you sometimes wind up changing your reality as well. Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.