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

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.

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

Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.

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.

To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past.

Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.