“Now there were no more stories to tell, to soothe, to comfort, to draw strangers close together; to link like hearts and minds.”

“Wonderland was all we had in common, after all; Wonderland was what was denied the two of us. I had denied him his; he had denied me mine.”

“But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.”

“Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.”

“Would my son love me, when he was old enough to know what love meant?p 181”

“Now there were no more stories to tell, to soothe, to comfort, to draw strangers close together; to link like hearts and minds.”