Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms.

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

Can you write a book and have children at the same time? Yes, if you're content to do it very very slowly.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

We insist on permanency, on continuity, when the only continuity possible is in growth, in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. The only real security in a relationship lies neither in looking back in nostalgia, nor forward with dread or anticipation, but living in the present and accepting the relationship as it is now.