A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy.

My Mother Learned That She Was Carrying Me At About The Same Time The Second World War Was Declared; With The Family Talent For Magic Realism, She Once Told Me She Had Been To The Doctor's On The Very Day.

The Kind Of Power Mothers Have Is Enormous.

Nothing Is A Matter Of Life And Death Except Life And Death.

We Must All Make Do With The Rags Of Love We Find Flapping On The Scarecrow Of Humanity.

One Beast And Only One Howls In The Woods By Night.