To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.
Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.
Scars are just another kind of memory.
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.