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

There was some justice in his pain

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.

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.

We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.

..the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend

Perfection, in anything, is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.