“ One's child is always one's child no matter what age they might be. You worry when your child makes a noise, when he doesn't. It's a terrible kind of love. Terrible. Chris Womersley
“ We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears. Chris Womersley
“ After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it. Chris Womersley
