As my late mother famously observed, the one thing to be said for growing old is that every year there are a few more things I don’t have to give a rat’s ass about.

Something I learned long ago. It is not necessary to know what a person is afraid of. It is enough to know the person is afraid.

When you get older, keeping the private stuff private seems less important.

People don't get to change things. Things change people once in a while, but people don't change things.

And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

As a friend of mine, herself a writer, says, 'People who spend the most meaningful hours of their lives in the exclusive company of imaginary people are apt to be a little strange'

Asking me why I did or didn't do anything is generally pointless. How do I know? And asking me what I'll do in the future is even less rewarding.