There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything. - Margaret Atwood

Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it

I want my father to be just my father, the way he has always been, not a separate person with an earlier, mythological life of his own. Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.

I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.