Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve.
But it is impossible to replace a person one has loved to distraction.
Writing is mainly perspiration, not inspiration.
The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
Some children are spoiled and it is not their fault, it is their parents.