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

My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.

Old age is an ordeal, of flesh and mind. Of winding down, of slowing down, of dying cells. It's accepting the loss of physical attractiveness and replacing it with the power and wisdom that can only come with old age.

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.

I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading. To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

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