The luxury of age was the giving up of vanity.
Even if you're going to die, you might as well die pretty.
Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.
There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.
He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.
The person we know at first, she thinks, is not the one we know at last.