She didn’t understand a damned thing about life except that it was arbitrary and cruel, and some people got away with murder while others made one tiny, careless mistake and paid a terrible price.

She longed to feel something momentous. Sometimes her life seemed so little.

Falling in love was easy.anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

All these years there had been a Tupperware container of bad language in her head, and now she opened it and all those crisp, crunchy words were fresh and lovely, ready to be used.

We'd traveled, we'd been to lots of parties, lots of movies and concerts, we'd slept in. We'd done all those things that people with children seem to miss so passionately. We didn't want those things anymore. We wanted a baby.

Nobody ever told you that being a mother is all about making what seemed like thousands of tiny decisions.