She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

Patricia embraces me on the station platform. 'The past is what you leave behind in life, Ruby,' she says with the smile of a reincarnated lama. 'Nonsense, Patricia,' I tell her as I climb on board my train. 'The past's what you take with you.

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

The great thing about writing compared to life is getting to tie things up.

When I'm writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can't read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day.

The past is what you take with you.