Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

The heart has its reasons; it's the mind that's suspect.

I feel no different than I felt at 99, 98 or 97. Just because you live a long time, you get all this attention. Just because you survived? Of course, I survived a lot.

Never mind the cream; it will always rise to the top. It's the skim milk that needs good teachers.

I am writing this during my lunch period, because I need to reach towards the outside world of sanity, because I am overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the clerical work still to be done, and because at this hour of the morning normal ladies are still sleeping.

And that's it; that's why I want to teach; that's the one and only compensation: to make a permanent difference in the life of a child.

The preciousness of every moment is emphasized with every tick of the clock. Isn't it a magnificent day today?