For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.

And one perfect day can give clues for a more perfect life.

My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.