“Insurance for what?”“Life insurance?”“Which life?”“Medical coverage?”“I heal myself.”“Never mind.”

“But instead of going to the message machine, Enoch picked up.“What the hell?” Danny couldn't believe it. There was a moment of silence, then Enoch said, "Danny?""When do you sleep?""When you don't call.”

“I'm getting the knack of this," she said. "I take the food out, and you fix it."He grinned. "That's your idea of learning to cook?”

“Why didn’t they just toss the kid in her crib?”“You haven’t been around many kids, have you?”“Not safe. They smell too good, like tasty snacks.”

“There is no reason why you should be bored when you can be otherwise. But if you find yourself sitting in the hedgerow with nothing but weeds, there is no reason for shutting your eyes and seeing nothing, instead of finding what beauty you may in the weeds. To put it cynically, life is too short to waste it in drawing blanks. Therefore, it is up to you to find as many pictures to put on your blank pages as possible.”

“I need to take an emotional breath, step back, and remind myself who’s actually in charge of my life.”

“A word of warning here. The events as you remember them will never be the same in your memory once you have turned them into a memoir. For years I have worried that if I turn all of my life into literature, I won't have any real life left - just stories about it. And it is a realistic concern: it does happen like that. I am no longer sure I remember how it felt to be twenty and living in Spain after my parents died; my book about it stands now between me and my memories. When I try to think about that time, what comes to mind most readily is what I wrote.”