Contempt mates well with pity.

A loud voice is not always angry; a soft voice not always to be dismissed; and a well-placed silence can be the indisputable last word.

Life is accepting what is and working from that.

A myth is more powerful - and more lasting - than reality.

She could walk through a lightning storm without being touched; grab a bolt of lightning in the palm of her hand; use the heat of lightning to start the kindling going under her medicine pot. She turned the moon into salve, the stars into swaddling cloth, and healed the wounds of every creature walking up on two or down on four.

Contempt mates well with pity.

That's one of the privileges of old age - you can give plenty of advice 'cause most folks think that's all you got left anyway.