Perhaps we have been misguided into taking too much responsibility from our children, leaving them too little room for discovery

When it comes to staying tuned: if you rest, you rust.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

Our house was always filled with dogs... They helped make our house a kennel, it is true, but the constant patter of their filthy paws and the dreadful results of their brainless activities have warmed me throughout the years.

When books are opened, we discover that we have wings

Yes, I have doubted. I have wandererd off the path. I have been lost. But I always returned. It is beyond the logic I seek. It is intuitive - an intrinsic, built-in sense of direction. I seem to find my way home. My faith has wavered but has saved me.

In the last stages of a final illness, we need only the absence of pain and the presence of family.