Ann

“charpoy,”
― Amitav Ghosh, Sea of Poppies

“We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox

“My experience has been that grief and loss do not necessarily become more acceptable with time, and commitment to them is of no value to either the living or the dead.”
― James Lee Burke, Black Cherry Blues

“Because that is what your babies do, when they grow. They turn around and say it is all your fault.”
― Anne Enright, The Green Road