“There was no harbor for hope.”

“I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.”

“A siren is the sound of the twenty-first-century cavalry on the way.”

“I threw everything we had together - the strong roots and stems and leaves and beautiful soft blossoms of sisterhood - into the earth with you. And I was left standing on the edge, so diminished by the loss that I thought I could no longer be there.”

“Motherhood isn't soft and cozy and sweet; it's selfish ferocity, red in tooth and claw.”

“However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...”

“But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.”