People think it's a terrible tragedy when somebody has Alzheimer's. But in my mother's case, it's different. My mother has been unhappy all her life. For the first time in her life, she's happy.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

There are a lot of people who think that's what's needed to be successful is always being right, always being careful, always picking the right path.

With hope, a mind is always free.

You can get sucked into the idea that, 'Gosh, this is impressive. Maybe I should do this. It will look good.' Or 'I'll write like this because it will impress that critic.'

I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.