Children have to grow into their imaginations like a pair of oversized shoes.
She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.
Small children are great accepters. They don't understand shame, or the need to hide things.
I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.
He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.
But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.
We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.
The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.
Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.
Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win.
God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.
How many times, over how many years, had he - a grown man - asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.
