Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.

The strength you've insisted on assigning to others is actually within yourself.

Dying was apparently a weaning process; all the attachments to familiar people and objects have to be undone.

successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.

I wrote for twelve years and collected 250 rejection slips before getting any fiction published, so I guess outside reinforcement isn't all that important to me.

One didn't issue instructions to comets. Grown children did what they had to do, and parents could only grit their teeth and watch and pray for them to get through it.

The only obvious advantage to being an adult is that you can eat your dessert without haying sampled the vegetables.