Sweet peas were the kind of flowers fairies slept in.
Can't is for pussies.
A father is the template of a man Nature gives a girl
. . to serve so selflessly, you have to subdue something in yourself.
There are some men who will always prefer to deal with another man, any man, rather than a woman ... I can see him struggling to place me: I'm not married to him, clearly I'm not his mother, I didn't...
Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother of explanations when you need her?
In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.
You learned that if you're tired enough, you can sleep sitting up. That the unendurable is perfectly endurable if you just take it a minute at a time, and when the alternative is no more minutes ever....
When he laughed, Roy's mouth revealed a Stonehenge of ancient teeth.
There is an easy standoff between the two kinds of mother which sometimes makes it hard for us to talk to each other. I suspect that the non-working mother looks at the working mother with envy and f...
She laughed now, and the sound of it--clear as a bell, dirty as a rugby match--turned heads all along their row.
One of the best things about having children is that it enables you to have the same loving memories as another person - you can summon the same past. Two flashbacks but with a single image.
Even the moon gets to put its feet up once a month. Man in the Moon, of course. If it was a Woman in the Moon, she’d never sit down. Well, would she? I
Dying is totally out of the question.
Women used to have time to make mince pies and had to fake orgasms. Now we can manage the orgasms, but we have to fake the mince pies. And they call this progress.
When you're young your mother shields you from the world because she thinks you're too young to understand, and when she's old you shield her because she's too old to understand - or to have any more...
People say that time is a great healer. Which people? What are they talking about? I think some feelings you experience in your life are written in indelible ink and the best you can hope for is that...
The best musicians answer something in you when you don’t even know the question.
No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even the...
Children are the proof we've been here . . . they're where we go to when we die. They're the best thing and the most impossible thing, but there's nothing else . . . Life is a riddle and they are the...