Quotes from Steven Herrick

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

Nobody in school is stronger than me. But when Sally Holmes kissed me, I never felt so weak in all my life.

I've tried praying. It gives me comfort. But not as much as a cup of tea and a ginger nut biscuit.

He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.

I'm thinking about babies. Emma's baby. Jack and my baby. Growing in my mind, if not in my womb.

I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.

She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

Emma says after I was born I cried for days. She said I'd never shut up which is funny really because Dad says I never shut up now so maybe that's what happens, you get born and act the same your whole life.

I tell him everything as we walk. Maybe so he won't be disappointed being born into a place like this.

I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.

I rush to her side and touch her cold skin, hoping against hope for a pulse.

Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.

She enjoyed being invisible, imagining herself as a three-dimensional linocut - the empty space, the bit that's cut out.

The big river rolls past our town, takes a slow look, and rolls away.

I thought they were meant to leave one another - not me.

I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.