Once a child gets into your heart, there’s no right or wrong about it.

That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.

It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.

We live with the decisions we makeThat’s what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes.

Every end is the beginning of something else.

When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.

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