It's as if I've arrived in a place where it's all spirit and no body -- an overwhelming sense of calm . . . I actually began to feel blessed.
Self-consciousness is really a form of egotism.
Life is accepting what is and working from that.
Why do I write? The truth, the unvarnished truth, is that I haven't a clue.
Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song.
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.