Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.

There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.

History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent.

When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window.

Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.