... the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.

That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice

... the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.

When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.