There is only one history of any importance, and it is the history of what you once believed in, and the history of what you came to believe in.

Because of my mother, who gave me definitions, I knew what I was committed to in life. ... I had the most satisfactory of childhoods because Mother, small, delicate-boned, witty, and articulate, turned out to be exactly my age.

whatever devotion to something else there was in him had been made impure by church taken as a weekly, dutiful thing.

Ah, trouble, trouble, there are the two different kinds ... there's the one you give and the other you take.

You can reconstruct the picture from chaos and memory's ruins.

Your body is a jewel box.....the jewel is your soul

Springtime is a season we tend to forget as we grow older, and yet far back in our memories, like the landscape of a country visited long ago, it's always there.