Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
Anne CarsonCould you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
Anne CarsonWe are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. ... We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
Anne Carson