“Stories of her children when they were small, their round little bodies barely containing their personalities, which bloomed and glittered and melted into her.”

“It was interesting. Isabelle thought, the children that chose you. Some come through your body; others came in cars in the middle of the night.”

“Were all just ingredients. What matters is the grace with which you cook the meal.”

“She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone display consisting only of greens, without the raspberries and plums of summer, the pump...”

“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

“I love you like a fat kid loves cake!”

“Hard work should be rewarded by good food.”

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

“All Earthquakes and Disasters are warnings theres too much corruption in the world ”

“Its only when youre at the bottom of the ladder that you ascend.”