「I used to think that everybody was adopted from outer space. That before we were born we were just little seeds floating around in the sky waiting for someone to come and get us. The selection process was random. And there's no rhyme or reason as to who our parents would be. In a way I was right because our chance to be born inches on our parents' meeting.」
「But had it not been for the Danish poet and Sigrid Undset, a rainy summer in Norway, a slippery barn plank, a careless mailman, a hungry goat, a broken thumb, and a crowded train, my parents might never have met at all, and who knows; I might still be a little seed floating around in the sky waiting for someone to come and get me.」
