“When my grandmother touches my hair in my sleep, I feel like a lost child. There is never enough of her to comfort me.”
“She reached out and stroked my hair just as she had when I was a child. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me, feeling utterly safe.”
“I shall never have a bath again," I said. "Just dont have one too often," my grandmother said. "Once a month is quite enough for a sensible child." It was at times like these that I loved my grandmother more than ever.”
“This letter really touched my heart. Sabrina says when she lost all her hair during chemo, she wore the cap I gave her.”
“Literary characters, like my grandmother's apparitions, are fragile beings, easily frightened; they must be treated with care so they will feel comfortable in my pages”
“I didn't begin life hating my grandmother. Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.”