“But in that one little window of time, many lastingdecisions were made. First, any love for my father that might have remained either in mymother's heart or my own - vaporized. Second, we knew for sure that Dad was unfixably nuts.”

“..do you know that the first time I ever held you, I looked into your eyes and lost my heart? The same way I'm sure every father does when he holds his child for the first time. I knew then and there-right there on that very spot-that you were meant to be my little girl...”

“We were talking about my dad, remembering him as vividly as possible as possible because we knew we weren’t going to get any knew memories. We were holding on to the old ones as tightly as we could.”

“I remember the first time we made love like it was the second time. We never made love again, and I don’t regret it for a second.”

“Here we were, Father and I, shut up in a plain little room, and for the first time in my life having something that might pass for a conversation. We were talking to one another almost like adults; almost like one human being to another; almost like father and daughter. And even though I couldn't think of anything to say, I felt myself wanting it to go on and on until the last star blinked out.”

“Satan impregnated my mother one lovely spring morning. We didn’t have the heart to tell my father.”