“You know what the great thing about babies is? They are like little bundles of hope. Like the future in a basket.”

“What is there not to like about cupids?""You don't find them rather dangerous?""Chubby little babies?""Carrying deadly weapons.”

“A baby was a fact. It was a being with a mind and a nature, and you could feel about it any way you liked, but a baby wouldn't care. Just by existing, it demanded that you believe in a future: the future it would crawl in, walk in, live in. A baby was a piece of time; it was a promise you made that the world made back to you.”

“A new baby is like the beginning of all things wonder hope a dream of possibilities.”

“This is the thing about great literature. It reads like truth and sticks to you forever and lets you know that you are not alone.”

“Inside my head I carry:my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.”