My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.

I can't really work on more than one thing at a time

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

If I hadn't learned my lesson, I would have wished we could stay there forever. But I knew better now. We'd seen what we'd come to see. The way to trick death. Breathe in. Breathe out. Watch as it all rises upwards, black and blue into the even bluer sky.

I read "The Group" by Mary McCarthy. It had tons of sex in it, or so I thought at the time.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.