All Will Be Well: Letters to My Daughter

The eternity of non-existence, as it was before we were born, surely, is no shorter than the one that we encounter again, after death

not seem at home in nature, is staggering. People who fear harmless, peaceful beetles going about their business and who could never conceive of

They have one conviction and they are all perfectly united in its mode of operandi—to do nothing about anything

Compromise is a word used a lot by women, who give up their jobs and friends and dreams to be with their partner.

Women are good at keeping women back

Promise me to not become one of those women who does not support other women in their fight to open doors for themselves. This strange jealousy is schoolgirl behaviour and equal-opportunity suicide

Losing touch means losing reality.

that we have music fill our winter dark rooms to produce faintly the same feeling.. Words can make prison walls crumble for a few moments if they capture the emotion of ocean waves hitting a boat

Not a single one of us - not anyone I have heard of at least - would deny that all that grows here and all the different shapes of landscapes and the way the sun looks down upon us with its clear burning eye in the day, or the way the moon casts its ever-changing face at us, is the most spectacular we can imagine

We had to make these things up: time, and Thursdays and Saturdays, so it didn’t just all seem so very mad and confusing on this merry-go-round, that is spinning so fast that we are never sure what or who we are