" The baby is on my mind all the time, even when I sleep. I am sure she is a girl, for no reason I can explain, and it suddenly seems to me that even the idea of babies is exquisitely, blindingly beautiful. How they arrive knowing nothing at all--what year they live in or where they live or that money exists or what Earth even is. My baby doesn't know yet that she's even on a planet at all; she doesn't know about the sun or that hordes of people can be terrible to each other. I think it's this innocence that is suddenly so shattering to me. I realize how the world doesn't seem to deserve this innocence. But we'll try to earn it, won't we, Beth? "

― Jodi Lynn Anderson