Sometimes life turns out hard, Isabel. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it's done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.

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

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

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

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.

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

Scars are just another kind of memory.