Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.