Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

I am possessed by love and have no options.

You will always have value and nothing can change that.

Always that tyrannical love reaches out. Soft words shrivel me like quicklime. She will not allow me to be cold, hungry. She will insist that I take her own coat, her own food.

Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.

All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was.

Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.