'Well, even a garden grows stranglers, love.
It grows them naturally, all by itself.
They creep up and choke the plants that are growing from the very same soil as they are.
We own have our demons, our self-destruct button.
Even in gardens. Pretty as they may be.
If you don't potter, you don't notice them.'
'Oh. Well, is it hurting anyone?
Because if it's not and you've been given it,
I'd soon stop callin' it a "thing" but start referring to it as a "gift"...'
'In my day, something just was. None of this analysis a hundred times over. None of these college courses with people graduating with degrees in Whys and Hows and Becauses. Sometimes, love, you just have to forget all of those words and enroll in a little lesson called "Thank You"...'
Joyce's dad from Thanks for the memories by Cecilia Ahern
