At the end of our lives it is our loves we remember most, because they are what shaped us. We have grown to be who we are around them, as around a stake.

At the end of our lives it is our loves we remember most, because they are what shaped us. We have grown to be who we are around them, as around a stake.

I had very good eyes once. Though it's another thing to say what I saw. In my experience, it is entirely possible to watch something happen and not to see it at all.

one does not remember one’s own pain. It is the suffering of others that undoes us

Memory, like so much else, is unreliable. Not only for what it hides and what it alters, but also for what it reveals.

There are no people who are whole" he says. "Everyone has issues of their own to deal with. Mine might be a little harder, but the main thing is how on deals with them.

Can you rework your past, the grit that rubs in you, until it is shiny and smooth as a pearl?