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Det bildet var et frossent øyeblikk; hele fremtiden deres ligger foran dem, akkurat som den bør. Men samtidig er femtiden i det bildet, i hvert fall en versjon av den. Den er i øynene deres, spesielt i hennes. For fotografen har fanget mer enn to unge mennesker på bryllupsdagen; han viser en terskel de er i ferd med å gå over, en bølge i øyeblikket før den blir skum og kastes mot land. Og den unge kvinnen, min mor, ser mer enn bare den unge mannen hun er forelsket i. Hun ser hele livet deres strekke seg ut foran henne...[...]Vi skaper våre egne historier rundt slike bilder, fotografier som blir ikoner i familien[...]

Jeg vil bare si at selv om jeg ikke har noen gjenstander eller noe minneverdig som gjør at jeg kan se Daniel for meg, har jeg følt familietilhørighet med ham hele livet. En usynlig tråd som forbinder oss, like sikkert som dagen er forbundet med natten. Det har alltid vært slik, til og med da jeg var liten.

I saw in her pained expression a lifetime of entrapment. They were twins, two halves of a whole, but where one had longed for escape, to lead a single existence, the other had refused to be left alone. And Saffy, whose softness made her weak, whose compassion made her kind, had been unable ever to wrest herself free.

Dad had stayed quiet after that and even though Meredith knew her parents would be paying for the new items until Christmas, she couldn't help taking guilty delight in the nightie, which was crisp and white and the first she'd ever owned that hadn't been Rita's first

Thus it was that Dad and I fanned each other's infatuation and, for the first time ever, the pair of us found ourselves with something in common.

There's a system for everything in the Burchill household: multiple baskets in the laundry; colour-coded cloths in the kitchen; a notepad by the telephone with a pen that never seems to wander, and not one envelope lying around with doodles and addresses and the half-scribbled names of people whose calls have been forgotten. Neat as a pin. Little wonder I'd suspected adoption when I was growing up.

I was sunk then by the sense that I knew everything and nothing about the person sitting next to me.

For the photographer has captured more than two young people on their wedding day, he's captured a threshold being crossed, an ocean wave at the precise moment before it turns to foam and begins its crash towards the ground.

You have to do something in hospital waiting rooms or else you find yourself waiting, which can lead to thinking, which in my experience can be bad idea.

Such a big bag, she said with a wistful smile, and no room for a little umbrella.