It is our stories that will recreate us, when we are torn, hurt, even destroyed. It is the storyteller, the dream-maker, the myth-maker, that is our phoenix, that represents us at our best, and at our most creative.
We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.
Argument does not teach children or the immature. Only time and experience does that.
One certainty we all accept is the condition of being uncertain and insecure.
I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing
For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating, rejuvenating, exciting and satisfying.