After fifty most of the bullshit is gone.

We don't have an explanation for everything that happens. We don't control almost anything. And if we are not open to that mystery, life becomes so small.

At my age days dissolve like salt in water; the day's gone and I don't even know what I've done with the hours.

You spend the first part of your life collecting things ... and the second half getting rid of them.

Most people feel younger than their age, but the culture values youth, success, beauty, productivity. There is no space in this culture for older people.

Writing is a constant exercise in longing.

It's such an intimate and profound relationship that it cannot be unconditional. I can only compare the intimacy of sex with the intimacy of the mother with a newborn baby. But with a newborn baby, it is unconditional.