So much in life came down to timing.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

She says there are stories everywhere and that people who wait for the right one to come along before setting pen to paper end up with very empty pages.

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

It didn't occur to him that she might have chosen to remain this way. That where he saw reserve and loneliness, Cassandra saw self-preservation and the knowledge that it was safer when one had less to lose.

It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.