After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.
I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.
Two Arts degrees does not a life make.
She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.
He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.
I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.