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

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

No one ever has or ever will travel quite the same path on earth.

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

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.

Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can't tell which is which until you've shot 'em both, and then it's too late.

Scars are just another kind of memory.