“I worried constantly. I felt that my son was chipping away at me. This small thing and then that small thing.”

“‎Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.”

“Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile."Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.”

“I enjoy the small things in life. Like my penis.”

“...for the first time I couldn't feel really interested in my mother's letter. The small concerns of home, instead of coming close to me and enveloping me as I read about them, remained small and far away; they were like magic lantern slides without a lantern to bring them back to life. I didn't belong there, I felt; my place was here; here I was a planet, albeit a small one, and carried messages for other planets. And my mother's harping on the heat seemed irrelevant and almost irritating; she ought to know, I felt, that I was enjoying it, that I was invulnerable to it, invulnerable to everything...”

“But I shall give less thought to the future, I shall work in the present. I feel such work is within my power. For I only succeed in small things, and when I am tried by anxiety, I am bound to say it is the small joys that release me.”